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ADVERTISEMENT 


At  the  last  meetinfr  of  the  General  Assembly  of  the  Presbv- 

O  *-4/ 

i^rian  church  in  the  United  States  of  America,  May  1840, 
“  the  whole  subject  of  Psalmody,  with  the  procuring  and 
furnishing  an  edition  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  for  our  general 
use,  in  a  way  involving  no  pecuniary  responsibility  to  the 
Assembly,”  having  been  “  referred  to  the  consulting  com¬ 
mittee,  for  their  deliberation  and  action  as  they  may  deem 
proper  and  practicable,”  and  said  committee,  having  through 
successive  periods  attended  to  the  weighty  trust,  endeavcjring 
to  perform  the  difficult  duty  assigned  them  according  to  the 
true  intent  of  the  Assembly,  and  for  the  edification  of  the 
church  of  God,  did,  at  a  regular  meeting  in  the  City  of  New 
-  York,  Nov.  5th,  1842,  unanimously  agree  to  approve  and  re- 
^  commend  this  present  volume,  entitled  “  Church  Psalmist,  or 
^  Psalms  and  Hymns,  for  the  public,  social,  and  private  use  of 
Y  evanirelical  Christians.”  as  beincr  in  their  jud^xment  the  best 
ad?nted  to  the  worship  of  God  in  our  age  and  country ;  and. 
as  «iach  it  is  commended  to  the  Christian  public,  and  especially 
K>  all  the  churches  under  the  care  of  the  Assembly,  that  they 
vrvay  with  oiie  wind  and  one  mouth  glorify  God,  even  the  Father 
-  of  our  Lord.  Jesus  Christ,  and  be  profited  and  united  in  his 
worship  and  his  praise. 

SAMUEL  H.  COX,  Chairman, 
HENRY  A.  ROWLAND,  Ckrk. 


The.  Committee  consists  of  the  following  memhtrs  : 


Ministers. 

fiev.  Samuel  ii.  cox,  d.  d. 

“  PIIII.TP  C.  HAY,  I),  u. 

“  AL  BERT  BARNES,  1)  T). 
“  WH.r.lAM  AT)AM^^,  D.  D. 
«  DAVID  A.  RIDDLE,  D.D. 


Elders. 

MATSON  SMITH,  M.  D. 

E.  A.  RAYBOI.D.  Esq. 

.JOHN  L.  MASON,  Esq. 
I.OWETJ.  HOI. BROOK,  Esq. 
FREDERIC  BULL,  Esq. 


Members  ex-offi.cio. 

Rev  ERSKINE  MASON,  D.  D.  Staled  Clerk  of  the  General  Assembly 
“  E.  W.  CH.BERT.  D.  1).  Permanent  “  “  « 

“  HENRY  A.  ROWLAND,  A  M.  Temporary  “  “ 


CONTENTS 


Preface 
The  Psalms  . 

The  Scriptures 

God  .  ,  , 

Christ 

Holy  Spirit  . 

Trinity 

Alarming 

Conviction 

Inviting 

Penitential 

Conversion  . 

Christian 

Prayer 

Revival 

Ordinances  . 

Sabbath 
Sanctuary 
Ministry  . 

Christian  Missions 
Spread  of  the  Gospel 
Morn’ng 


Evening  .... 
Morning  or  Evening  . 

The  Year 

Death  .  .  .  .  . 

Judgment 

Heaven  .  .  .  . 

Dismissions  and  Doxologies 


PAGES 

5—12 
13—254 
257—261 
261— 289 
289—362 
362—37,3 
373—379 
379-388 
388—391 
391—404 
404—412 
413_424 
425—478 
478—487 
487—493 
493—508 
509—519 
519—524 
524—528 
528—537 
537—554 
554—558 
558—564 
564  -566 
566—575 
575—594 
594_G02 
602—622 
622—626 


PREFACE. 


The  object  *iif  this  volume  is  to  furnish  the  Churches  with 
ct  tfiompleie  ColeEction  of  Sacrkd  Songs  for  public  wor¬ 
ship;  and  in  presenting  such  a  work,  when  so  many,  aiming 
at  the  same  end,  are  already  in  circulation,  we  seem^  to  be 
called  upon  to  state  some  reasons  which  have  influenced  us 
in  this  undertaking,  and  which  may  have  some  weight  with 
others.  The  least  offensive  mode  in  which  this  can  be  done, 
will  be  to  give  a  brief  exposition  of  the  principles  which  have 
been  kept  in  view  in  its  execution.  An  outline  is  all  that 
will  be  given — for  more  than  this,  however  much  it  may  be 
demanded,  or  however  rich  in  thought  or  replete  with  prac¬ 
tical  wisdom,  would  be  hardly  ever  read.  A  Preface  is 
generally  deemed  a  very  dull  and  unattractive  part  of  a  Book, 
so  much  so,  that  if  an  author  had  some  profound  secrets 
which  he  wished  to  record,  and  yet  preserve  in  deep  ob¬ 
scurity,  he  might  be  advised,  as  it  regards  most  readers,  to 
commit  them  to  the  safe-keeping  of  these  neglected  pages. 
And  yet  some  persons  read  a  Preface,  and  for  the  benefit  of 
such  this  one  is  written. 

The  subjects  of  Lyric  Poetry  and  Psalmody  are  inti¬ 
mately  and  inseparably  connected,  and  it  is  in  vain  to  ex¬ 
pect  one  to  exist  in  a  high  state  of  perfection  without  the 
other ;  or  for  either  to  attain  distinguished  excellence  with¬ 
out  cultivation.  It  must  be  acknowledged,  that  ministers 
and  churches  have  not  studied  this  subject  with  that  atten¬ 
tion  which  it  claims,  nor  even  in  relative  proportion  when 
compared  with  other  grave  matters  pertaining  to  the  wor¬ 
ship  of  God.  Singing  often  falls  far  below  every  other  part 
of  the  services  of  the  sanctuary,  from  the  want  of  both  sym¬ 
pathy  and  knowledge,  on  the  part  of  the  Church.  Little  is 
known  on  the  subject,  and  little  is  felt  in  relation  to  it.  But 
this  is  a  state  as  unwise  as  it  is  criminal.  It  is  a  matter  of 
vast  and  vital  importance  that  all  who  desire  that  the  public 
institutions  of  religion  may  make  the  best  impression  and 


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PREFACE. 


secure  their  highest  results,  and  especially  that  ministers  of 
the  gospel  should  understand  what  Sacred  Songs  are  adapted 
to  social  worship,  and  what  tunes  will  impart  to  them  the 
greatest  power  and  efficiency.  Both  of  these  subjects  should 
form  a  part  of  Christian  instruction,  and  especially  of  theolo¬ 
gical  training,  A  brief  course  of  Lectures  on  Lyric  Poetry, 
is  hardly  less  necessary  than  a  course  on  Sermonizing  and 
Pastoral  Theology  ;  and  a  preacher  of  the  gospel  should  read 
and  study  the  best  Psalms  and  Hymns,  as  an  every-day  busi¬ 
ness,  as  he  does  his  Bible,  till  he  is  acquainted  with  their 
sentiments,  familiar  with  their  structure  and  imagery,  and 
deeply  imbued  with  their  spirit.  The  advantages  of  such  a 
course  are  obvious  and  numberless ; — some  of  them  so  plain 
that  they  need  not  be  specified,  and  when  taken  collectively, 
and  in  all  their  intellectual  and  moral  relations,  too  many  to 
be  embraced  in  this  rapid  sketch.  It  is  not  saying  too  much 
to  affirm,  that  such  a  discipline  would  enlarge  a  minister’s 
knowledge,  improve  his  taste,  increase  his  piety,  refine  his 
imagination,  invigorate  his  eloquence,  and  give  him  readi¬ 
ness,  appropriateness  and  power,  in  the  public  exercises  of 
his  profession.  His  volume  of  sacred  poetry  should  be  a 
Text-Book  by  the  side  of  the  Bible,  and  he  should  be  equally 
familiar  with  both.  If  this  were  the  case,  the  sermon  and 
singing  would  more  generally  harmonize  in  their  object  and 
impressions,  than  they  now  do ;  the  minister  would  have  to 
expend  less  time  in  consulting  numerous  indexes  in  order  to 
know  what  to  select ;  and  in  the  very  act  of  reading  the 
Psalm  or  Hymn,  he  would  make  an  impression  which  would 
instruct  the  hearers,  and  give  the  key-note  of  sentiment  and 
expression  to  the  choir.  How  deficient  the  ministry  may  be 
in  these  respects,  is  matter  of  opinion  of  which  every  person 
will  judge  for  himself. 

The  character  of  Psalmody  must  always  be  affected  by  a 
great  variety  of  circumstances  which  need  not  be  adverted  to 
in  this  place;  but  nothing  has  a  greater  influence  to  elevate 
or  depress,  to  advance  or  retard  its  progress,  than  the  Lyric 
Poetry  which  is  employed  in  the  service  of  God.  The  fol¬ 
lowing  defects  may  easily  be  detected  in  many  of  the  Psalms 
and  Hymns  now  in  use.  Some  are  composed  on  subjects 
unsuited  to  song — others  are  destitute  of  a  lyrical  spirit — 
another  class  lack  simplicity  of  design  and  execution — and 
not  a  few  are  of  an  unreasonable  length  for  a  single  exercise 


PREFACE. 


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of  singing.  To  remedy  these  and  other  defects,  and. to  se¬ 
cure,  if  possible,  certain  excellencies  which  are  attained  as 
yet  only  in  part,  are  among  the  objects  of  this  publication. 

That  Lyric  Poetry  has  a  character  of  its  own — that  it 
moves  in  a  sphere  peculiar  to  itself — and  that  its  subjects  are 
limited j  there  is  no  room  for  doubt.  On  these  points  all 
critics  agree.  This  poetry  is  made  to  be  sung ;  and,  when 
combined  with  appropriate  music,  we  have  a  vehicle,  at  once 
natural  and  refined,  for  the  expression  of  strong  emotion. 
A  Psalm  or  Hymn  should  be  devotional,  rather  than  didactic, 
because  the  warm  inspirations  of  the  heart,  and  not  the  cool 
deductions  of  the  intellect,  are  its  province.  Ascriptions  of 
thanksgiving  and  praise  to  God,  the  breathings  of  filial  de¬ 
sire  and  confidence,  the  cheering  influence  of  hope,  the 
tremblings  of  self-distrust  and  religious  fear,  ‘‘  peace  and  joy 
in  the  Holy  Ghost,”  and  all  the  strong  feelings  which  are 
called  forth  in  a  world  of  conflict  and  expectation,  belong  to 
this  department  of  poetry.  Any  thing  and  every  thing  which 
pertains  to  devotion  and  Christian  experience,  may  furnish  a 
subject  for  spiritual  song. 

And  yet,  notwithstanding  these  well-defined  limits,  which 
nature  itself  has  fixed  to  Lyric  Poetry,  there  are  hundreds  of 
Hymns,  in  our  language,  which  can  never  be  sung  to  any 
good  effect,  because  their  subject-matter  is  foreign  to  this 
kind  of  writing.  They  can,  from  their  very  nature,  neither 
inspire  religious  emotion,  nor  become  the  channels  of  that 
emotion  already  inspired.  They  contribute  to  extinguish, 
rather  than  to  kindle  up,  the  holy  flame.  They  are  good  ser¬ 
mons,  but  poor  songs.  This  fault  in  the  choice  of  subjects, 
is  much  more  rarely  to  be  met  with  in  secular  than  spiritual 
odes  ;  and  the  same  may  be  said  in  relation  to  the  music  by 
which  they  are  accompanied.  The  reasons  of  this  may  not, 
perhaps,  be  easily  detected.  It  cannot  be  for  a  moment  ad- 
jnitted,  that  revealed  religion  is  unfruitful  in  themes.  If  na¬ 
ture  may  be  sung,  why  not  nature’s  God  ?  If  creation  can 
inspire  the  lyric  bard,  why  not  redemption,  with  its  brighter 
glories,  and  its  more  enduring  interests '?  If  earth  has  its 
raptures,  why  should  heaven  be  poor,  and  powerless,  and 
without  a  song  I  If  great  and  good  men  who  have  lived  and 
acted  and  died,  have,  by  their  virtues  or  heroism,  called  forth 
the  finest  and  sweetest  tones  of  the  Lyre,  why  should  the 
praises  of  the  only  Great  and  Good,  who  lives  in  his  own  im- 


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PREFACE. 


mortality,  and  whose  wondrous  acts  are  recorded  for  the  ad¬ 
miration  of  all  worlds,  sleep  in  silence  and  be  forgotten  '?  It 
may  be  worthy  of  remark  in  this  place,  that  few  poets  of  the 
first  order  have  ever  tried  their  pinions  in  this  upper  skyj 
but  when  they  have,  and  selected  an  appropriate  theme,  they 
have  showed  that  the  waters  of  Zion  can  impart  a  purer  in¬ 
spiration  than  the  fabled  Castalian  spring. 

If  the  province  of  Lyric  Poetry  is  to  inspire  and  express 
emotion,  then  no  Psalm  nor  Hymn  can  answer  the  true  pur¬ 
pose  of  Christian  worship  unless  it  breathes  the  appropriate 
spirit.  Its  execution,  as  well  as  its  subject,  must  be  lyric.  It 
may  be  rhyme,  and  not  poetry.  It  may  be  poetry,  and  yet 
not  be  adapted  to  singing.  Heroics  can  never,  with  any  ad¬ 
vantage,  be  Set  to  music.  A  Hymn,  whether  it  respects  God, 
our  fellow-beings,  or  ourselves,  should  be  the  efl'usion  of  the 
heart,  and  that  heart  under  proper  influences — melted  and 
dissolved  by  just  such  emotions  as  suit  the  condition  de¬ 
scribed.  or  the  occasion  for  which  the  sono-  is  intended.  The 

*  C? 

language  should  be  simple ;  the  images  striking,  but  not 
gaudy  ;  the  figures  unincumbered  ;  the  sentences  uninvolved 
and  short ;  the  structure  free  from  all  ambiguity  ;  the  whole 
style  and  manner  chaste,  and  not  loaded  with  ornament  or 
epithet j  and  the  stanzas,  and  even  lines,  express,  as  far  as 
practicable,  a  complete  idea.  In  one  word,  it  must  be  poetry, 
and  lyric  poetry,  or  it  will  chill  the  native  inspirations  of  song, 
and  defeat  the  great  end  of  this  part  of  worship. 

A  Hymn  should  possess  unity  of  design,  and  simplicity  in 
execution.  One  great  object  should  be  aimed  at,  and  every 
thought  and  expression  should  be  rendered  subservient  to 
this.  The  piece  should’ be  one,  tending  to  a  single  end,  and 
terminating  in  one  grand  impression.  One  of  the  first  poets 
of  the  present  age,  and  one  who  has  written  many  excellent 
Hymns  too,  has  described  this  property  so  well,  that  we  can¬ 
not  forbear  transcribing  his  language,  as  more  appropriate 
than  any  thing  that  we  can  say.  “  The  reader,”  he  says, 
“  should  know  when  the  strain  is  complete,  and  be  satisfied, 
as  at  the  close  of  an  air  in  music ;  while  defects  and  super¬ 
fluities  should  be  felt  by  him  as  annoyances,  in  whatever 
part  they  might  occur.  The  practice  of  many  good  men,  in 
framing  Hymns,  has  been  quite  the  contrary.  They  have 
begun  apparently  with  the  only  idea  in  their  mind  at  the 
time  ]  another,  with  little  relationship  to  the  former,  has  been 


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forced  upon  them  by  a  refractory  rhyme  ;  a  third  became  ne¬ 
cessary  to  eke  out  a  verse,  a  fourth  to  begin  one ;  and  so  on, 
till  having  compiled  a  sufficient  number  of  stanzas  of  so  many 
lines,  and  lines  of  so  many  syllables,  the  operation  ha^  been 
suspended.” 

As  every  Sacred  Song  should  have  a  subject  of  its  own, 
and  form  a  regular  production,  having  a  beginning,  a  middle 
and  an  end,  so  it  should  be  adapted,  in  its  length,  to  the  pur¬ 
pose  of  singing.  Important  as  this  thought  is,  it  has  been 
greatly  overlooked  by  the  writers  of  Hymns,  and  the  com¬ 
pilers  of  Books  for  the  use  of  the  sanctuary.  The  very  best 
authors  are  not  free  from  this  fault.  In  one  volume  now  be¬ 
fore  us  of  no  mean  pretensions,  hymns  may  be  found  of  eight, 
ten  and  twelve  stanzas ;  and  one  occurs  of  eight  stanzas  of 
eight  lines  each,  Long  Metre — making  sixty-four  lines;  and 
this  Hymn,  the  author  tells  us  in  the  preface,  “  is  considera¬ 
bly  abridged  from  the  original.”  Various  expedients  have 
been  resorted  to  both  by  authors  and  compilers,  in  order  to 
remedy  this  evil.  Here  and  there  a  stanza  is  included  in 
brackets,  and  pauses  are  introduced  into  the  middle,  or  other 
parts  of  the  production — thus  marring  the  beauty  of  the 
page,  and  often  destroying  the  connection,  and  always  im¬ 
pairing  the  unity  of  the  piece.  The  better  way,  no  doubt,  is 
to  reduce  every  Psalm  or  Hymn,  designed  for  public  wor¬ 
ship,  to  a  convenient  length  for  this  purpose,  by  rejecting 
those  stanzas  which  are  redundant,  which  are  deficient  in 
lyric  spirit,  and  which  destroy  the  unity  of  design.  There 
are  few  long  Hymns,  in  our  language,  which  will  not  be  suf¬ 
ficiently  shortened  by  the  application  of  the  above  rule. 
Some  of  a  popular  character,  and,  as  it  regards  portions  of 
them,  of  standard  merit,  may  be  reduced  to  two  or  three 
stanzas  ;  but  this  is  not  objectionable,  as  we  often  need  short 
Hymns  of  a  striking  character,  for  evening-meetings,  and  at 
the  close  of  sermons.  And  it  should  not  be  forgotten,  that 
much  more  is  lost  than  gained,  by  singing  what  is  neither 
poetical  nor  appropriate.  Indeed  it  is  far  better  to  dispense 
with  some  good  stanzas,  and  thus  bring  the  piece  at  once  to 
a  suitable  length  for  singing,  than  to  continue  these  in  books 
intended  for  public  use,  when  no  choir  can  perform  them 
with  ease  and  effect.  The  practice  so  extensively  in  use  of 
omitting  certain  stanzas,  as  it  must  be  done  for  the  most  part 
on  the  spur  of  the  occasion,  confuses  the  choir,  while  it  often 


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breaks  the  connection  of  thought  and  the  unity  of  the  sub¬ 
ject.  The  author,  or  editor,  is  much  more  competent  to  do 
this  than  the  leader  of  public  worship. 

From  four  to  six  stanzas  of  the  grave  and  ordinary  metres, 
may  be  considered  a  suitable  length  for  a  song  of  social  praise. 
In  metres  of  a  brisker  movement,  the  addition  of  one  or  two 
stanzas  more,  may  not  be  improper.  1’he  same  indulgence 
may  be  conceded  to  some  Hymns  of  a  peculiar  character,  and 
to  those  which  are  to  be  used  only  on  special  occasions.  But 
it  is  a  great  practical  principle  which  every  minister,  and 
every  leader  of  a  choir,  should  understand,  that  singing  in 

ORDER  TO  BE  EFFECTIVE,  MUST  NOT  BE  TOO  LONG. 

Having  given  an  exposition  of  the  leading  principles  on 
which  this  work  has  been  constructed,  it  may  be  proper  to 
speak  a  little  more  explicitly  of  the  materials  from  which  it 
has  been  formed. 

It  is  intended  that  this  volume  shall  contain  a  complete 
collection  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  for  the  Sanctuary,  the  Lec¬ 
ture-room,  and  all  other  places  of  social  worship.  In  the 
arrangement  of  the  Psalms,  Dr.  Watts  is  the  leading  author. 
Many  other  versifications  of  high  merit  have  been  selected 
from  Doddridge,  Steele,  Kenn,  Newton,  Montgomery,  Con- 
der  and  others,  which  have  been  arranged,  in  their  proper 
places,  with  those  of  Watts,  so  that  it  is  believed  that  this 
part  of  the  volume  presents  a  greater  number  and  a  richer 
variety  of  Psalms  adapted  to  singing,  than  any  Book  yet 
published  in  our  language.  Few  alterations  have  been  made 
in  arrangement  or  expression,  and  the  thought  of  the  poet, 
for  the  most  part,  has  been  sacredly  guarded.  Most  of  the 
changes,  which  have  been  adopted,  are  those  which  were  ne¬ 
cessary  in  order  to  conform  the  work  to  the  principles  already 
stated.  Whole  Psalms  of  an  inferior  and  prosaic  character 
have  been  omitted  ;  the  same  may  he  said  of  stanzas  which 
are  redundant,  interrupt  the  unity  of  design,  or  lack  the  spirit 
of  holy  song ;  but  it  is  believed,  that  those  Psalms  and  stanzas, 
though  they  incumber  many  Books  now  in  use,  are  rarely 
ever  sung.  In  making  this  compilation,  it  has  not  been  the 
design  to  throw  away  a  single  stanza  of  superior  merit,  or 
one  which  could  contribute  to  the  grand  purpose  of  singing, 
except  when  the  production  was  of  immoderate  length  ;  but 
when  this  was  the  case,  to  dispense  with  some  good  stanzas 
has  been  prefered  to  the  common  practice  of  using  bracketi 


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or  pauses,  or  what  is  still  worse,  of  imposing  an  oppressive  bur¬ 
den  upon  the  choir. 

In  relation  to  the  Psalms,  it  may  be  said,  in  the  language 
of  another,  “  That  the  harp  of  David  yet  hangs  upon  the  wil¬ 
low,  disdaining  the  touch  of  any  hand  less  skilful  than  his 
own.”  The  older  versions  of  David’s  Psalms  are  generally 
destitute  ®f  all  poetic  merit.  Now  and  then  a  ray  of  the  ge¬ 
nius  and  the  inspiration  of  the  Hebrew  bard,  breaks  through 
the  dullness  of  their  prosaic  rhymes,  but  these  are  “  like 
angel- visits,  few  and  far  between.”  if  it  be  alleged,  as  it 
often  is,  that  these  versifiers  entirely  adhere  to  the  original — 
it  may  be  replied,  that  it  is  in  letter,  not  in  spirit,  h'or  the 
most  part,  their  productions  are  nothing  more  nor  less  than 
the  Encrlish  translation  of  David,  converted  into  common 
rhymes,  while  the  spirit  of  the  original  has  fled.  It  is  one  of 
the  wonders  of  literature,  that  the  productions  of  Sternhold 
and  Hopkins,  of  Tate  and  Brady,  to  say  nothing  of  earlier, 
and  still  poorer  versifiers,  should  furnish  the  principal  songs 
of  enlightened  and  cultivated  Christian  congregations,  in  the 
nineteenth  century.  It  shows  us  how  far  the  human  mind 
may  advance  in  some  things,  and  remain  stationary  in  others ; 
— how  far  taste  may  be  refined,  and  the  entire  powers  of  im¬ 
mortal  man  be  enkindled  and  entranced  by  the  productions 
ol  genius,  and  yet,  under  the  influence  of  certain  associations, 
be  delighted  with  ancient  dullness  and  barbarism. 

The  practical  influence  of  all  this  upon  the  tone  and  vigor 
of  piety — upon  the  higher  feelings  of  devotion — upon  those 
purer  and  holier  emotions  of  the  Christian’s  heart,  by  which 
he  often  comes  near  to  heaven  and  enters  into  intimate  con¬ 
verse  with  his  God  and  Saviour,  is  a  problem  of  deep  import 
which  every  minister  at  the  altar  may  well  propose  to  him¬ 
self,  and  endeavor,  as  far  as  practicable,  to  solve. 

Dr.  Watts  struck  out  a  path  for  himself,  and  has  been  imi¬ 
tated  by  all  the  versifiers  of  David,  and  the  composers  of 
liynnns,  since  his  day.  He  is  not  without  his  faults,  but  his 
best  productions  are  now  sung,  in  every  land,  and  among 
almost  ail  denominations  of  Christians,  where  the  English 
language  is  spoken,  and  probably  will  continue  to  be  through 
the  millenium,  and  to  the  end  of  the  world.  His  Psalms, 
taken  as  a  whole,  are  superior  to  his  Hymns  ;  and  in  rela¬ 
tion  to  the  former  it  may  be  said,  that  Dr.  Watts  has  drawn 
sweeter  tones  from  the  harp  of  David,  than  it  has  ever  given 


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to  the  churcl  of  God,  since  the  hand  of  the  old  Hebrew  bard 
swept  across  its  strings,  and  enkindled  the  devotions  of  the 
faithful.  With  regard  to  some  of  his  Hymns,  and  a  large 
number  too,  they  are  not  inferior  to  his  best  versifications  of 
the  Psalms. 

The  Hymns,  contained  in  this  collection,  have  been  selected 
from  the  productions  of  the  best  writers  of  this  species  of 
poetry,  in  our  language ;  and  such  alterations  have  been 
made  as  bring  them  into  a  proper  form  to  be  used  in  the  wor¬ 
ship  of  the  '•  Sanctuary.’^  In  preparing  this  work,  W’e  have 
used  the  most  approved  editions  of  Hymns,  and  no  changes 
have  been  made  unless  imperatively  called  for  by  the  rules 
already  stated  and  defended.  The  names  of  authors,  as 
far  as  could  be  ascertained,  are  given  in  the  Index,  and  it  is 
not  necessary  to  refer  to  them  here.  We  cannot,  however, 
forbear  recording  a  sense  of  our  deep  indebtedness  both  to  the 
livincr  and  to  the  dead,  for  those  excellent'  labors  which  have 
furnished  us  with  the  materials  for  the  formation  of  this 
volume,  which  we  now  present  to  the  Christian  public,  in 
the  confident  hope  that  it  may  increase  the  Knowledge  and 
Piety  of  the  Church,  and  promote,  among  the  friends  of 
.Zion,  the  love  of  holy  song. 

New  York.  1843. 


PSALMS. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

•  The  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

1  HAPPY  the  man,  whose  cautious  feet 

Shun  the  broad  way  that  sinners  go ; 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  P  employ  his  morning-light 

Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 

And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleasure  pondering  o’er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 

Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green ; 

And  heaven  will  shine,  with  kindest  beams, 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed  ; 

As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies. 

So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost. 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

•  The  Prospects  of  the  Saint  and  the  Sinner. 

1  THRICE  happy  he,  who  shuns  the  way 
That  leads  ungodly  men  astray  ; 

Who  fears  to  stand  where  sinners  meet. 

Nor  with  the  scorner  takes  his  seat. 

2  The  law  of  God  is  his  delight ; 

That  cloud  by  day,  that  fire  by  night. 

Shall  be  his  comfort  in  distress. 

And  guide  him  through  life’s  wilderness. 

3  His  works  shall  prosper  ;  he  shall  be 
A  fruitful,  fair,  unwithering  tree. 

That,  planted  where  the  river  flows. 

Nor  drought,  nor  frost,  nor  mildew  knows. 

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4  Not  so  the  wicked  ;  they  are  cast 
Like  chaff  upon  the  whirlwind’s  blast ; 
In  judgment  they  shall  quake  for  dread, 
Nor  with  the  righteous  lift  their  head. 


c.  M. 

The  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 


1  BLEST  is  the  man,  who  shuns  the  place 
Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer’s  seat : 


2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word. 

And  meditates  by  night. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  set. 

Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state. 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair. 

Shall  his  profession  shine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear. 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 


5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust ; 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 

Or  chaff,  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners,  in  judgment,  shall  not  stand 

Among  the  sons  of  grace. 

When  Christ,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 


s.  M. 

The  Saint  happy the  Sinner  miserable. 

1  THE  man  is  ever  blest. 

Who  shuns  the  sinners’  ways ; 
Among  their  councils  never  stands, 
Nor  takes  the  scorner’s  place  : 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  study  and  delight, 

Amid  the  labors  of  the  day, 

And  w^atches  of  the  night. 


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3  He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root ; 

Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live ; 

His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  so  th’  ungodly  race  ; 

They  no  such  blessings  find  ; 

Their  hopes  shall  flee,  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  stand 

Before  that  judgment-seat. 

Where  all  the  saints,  at  Christ’s  right  hand, 
In  full  assembly  meet  1 


FIRST  PART,  c.  M. 

Christ  exalted  and  his  Enemies  warned. 


1  WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 

The  Lord’s  anointed  Son  1 
Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 

And  tread  his  gospel  down  ] 

2  The  Lord,  who  sits  above  the  skies, 

Derides  their  rage  beJ/w  ; 

He  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  through : — 

3  “I  call  him  my  beloved  Son, 

And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 

I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne. 

And  wide  his  kingdom  spread.”. 

4  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth  ! 

Obey  th’  anointed  Lord  ; 

Adore  the  king  of  heavenly  birth. 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 

5  With  humble  love  address  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  ; 

Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Prayer  for  the  Kingdom  of  Christ. 

1  FATHER  !  is  not  thy  promise  pledged 
To  thine  exalted  Son, 

That,  through  the  nations  of  the  earth, 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  1 — 


PSALMS. 


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2  “  Ask,  and  I  give  the-  heathen  lands 

For  thine  inheritance, 

And  to  the  world’s  remotest  shores 
Thine  empire  shall  advance.” 

3  Hast  thou  not  said,  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own. 

While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 

4  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes,  and  tongues, 

Beneath  th’  expanse  of  heaven. 

To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 

With  all  their  millions  given  1 

5  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  name  adored  ; 

The  world,  through  all  its  nations,  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

2  FIRST  PART,  S.  M. 

o  Christ  dying  and  rising, 

1  MAKER  and  sovereign  Lord 

Of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas  ! 

Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word. 

And  answers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things,  so  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fulfilled, 

When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  slay 
Jesus,  thy  holy  child. 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews,  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counsels  to  destroy 
Th’  Anointea  of  the  Lord  ] 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  design  ; 

Against  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Against  his  Christ  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage. 

And  will  support  his  throne  ; 

He,  who  hath  raised  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  owned  him  for  his  Son. 


?SALM3. 


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1  SECOND  PART,  S.  M. 

'•  Christ  ascending  and  reigning, 

THE  Lord  ascends  on  high, 

And  asks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 

And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

2  He  asks — and  God  bestows 

A  large  inheritance  , 

Far  as  the  world’s  remotest  ends, 

His  kingdom  shall  advance. 

3  The  nations  that  rebel 

Must  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 

He  ’ll  vindicate  those  honors  well. 

Which  he  received  from  God. 

4  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  !  now, 

And  worship  at  his  throne  ; 

With  trembling  joy,  ye  people  !  bow 
To  God’s  exalted  Son. 

5  If  once  his  wrath  arise, 

Ye  perish  on  the  place  : 

Then  blessed  is  the  soul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace. 

FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

A  Morning- Psalm. 

O  LORD  !  how  many  are  my  foes, 

In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood  I 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose  ; 

But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

Tired  with  the  burdens  of  the  day. 

To  thee  I  raised  an  evening-cry ; 

Thou  heard’st  when  I  began  to  pray, 

And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

Supported  by  thy  heavenly  aid, 

I  laid  me  down,  and  slept  secure  ; 

Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

4  But  God  sustained  me  all  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  raised  my  head  to  see  the  light. 

And  make  his  praise  my  morning-song. 

2* 


3. 

1 


2 


3 


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PSALMS. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

•  God^  our  Defence. 

1  THE  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said,— 

“  There  is  no  help  in  God  for  thee 
Lord  !  lift  thou  up  thy  servant’s  Lead  ; 

My  glory,  shield  and  solace  be. 

2  Thus  to  the  Lord  I  raised  my  cry. 

He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 

At  his  command  the  waves  rolled  by  ; 

He  beckoned, — and  the  winds  were  still 

3  I  laid  me  down  and  slept ; — I  woke  ; 

Thou,  Lord  !  my  spirit  didst  sustain  ; 
Bright  from  the  east  the  morning  broke,— 
Thy  comforts  rose  on  me  again. 

4  I  will  not  fear,  though  armed  throngs 
Compass  my  steps  in  all  their  wrath  ; 

Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs  ; 

His  presence  guards  his  people’s  path. 

FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

Doubts  and  Fears  suppressed. 

MY  God  !  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 

How  fast  my  foes  increase  ! 

Conspiring  my  eternal  death. 

They  break  my  present  peace. 

But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  strength, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  ; 

Shalt  silence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

I  cried,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
He  bowed  a  listening  ear  ; 

I  called  my  Father  and  my  God, 

And  he  subdued  my  fear. 

4  He  shed  soft  slumbers  on  mine  eyes. 

In  spite  of  all  my  foes  ; 

I  woke,  and  wondered  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repose. 

5  What  though  the  host  of  death  and  hell 

All  armed  against  me  stood  1 
Terrors  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul ; 

My  refuge  is  my  God. 


3. 

1 


2 


3 


PSALMS. 


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3  SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

•  A  Morning- Song. 

1  LORD  of  my  life  !  Oh  !  may  thy  praise 
Employ  my  noblest  powers, 

Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 
And  fills  the  circling  hours. 

2  Preserved  by  thine  almighty  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 

Secure  and  safe  from  every  harm. 

And  see  returning  light. 

3  While  many  spent  the  night  in  sighs. 

And  restless  pains  and  woes. 

In  gentle  sleep,  I  closed  my  eyes. 

In  undisturbed  repose. 

4  When  sleep,  death’s  image,  o’er  me  spread, 
And  1  unconscious  lay. 

Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed, 

To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

5  Oh  !  let  the  same  almighty  care 
My  waking  hours  attend  ; 

From  every  danger,  every  snare, 

My  heedless  steps  defend. 

6  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days ; 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

God,  our  Portion  and  Hope. 

O  GOD  of  grace  and  righteousness ! 

Hear  and  attend,  when  I  complain ; 

Thou  hast  enlarged  me  in  distress. 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside : 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents. 

For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  who  died. 

3  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 

We  put  our  trust  in  God  alone. 

And  glory  in  his  pard’ning  grace. 


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PSALMS. 


4  Let  the  unthinking  many  say, — 

“  Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good  V* 
But,  Lord  !  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Our  souls  desire  this  heavenly  food. 

SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

^  •  Evening-  Song. 

1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God  !  this  night, 

For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 

Keep  me.  Oh  !  keep  me,  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord  1  for  thy  dear  Son, 

The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 

That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 

My  soul,  this  night,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 

Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious,  at  the  judgment-day. 

4  Oh  !  may  my  faith  on  thee  repose ; 

May  gentle  sleep  my  eyelids  close. 

That  shall  my  frame  more  vig’rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Lord !  let  my  soul  for  ever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  parental  care ; 

’Tis  heaven  on  earth,  ’tis  heaven  above. 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 

FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

Evening- Devotion. 

LORD  !  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 

I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

’T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening-sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done. 

Great  God  !  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 


PSALMS. 


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4. 


4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
I  ’ll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 

And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

God^  the  chief  Good. 

1  IN  vain  the  erring  world  inquire 

For  some  substantial  good  ; 

While  earth  confines  their  low  desire, 

They  live  on  airy  food. 

2  Illusive  dreams  of  happiness 

Their  eager  thoughts  employ  ; 

They  wake,  convinced  their  boasted  bliss 
Was  visionary  joy. 

3  Not  all  the  good  which  earth  bestows 

Can  fill  th’  immortal  mind ; 

Its  highest  joys  have  mingled  woes. 

And  leave  a  sting  behind. 

4  Begone,  ye  gilded  vanities ! 

I  seek  the  only  good ; 

To  real  bliss  my  wishes  rise — 

The  favor  of  my  God. 

5  Immortal  joy  thy  smiles  impart ; 

Heaven  dawns  in  every  ray ; 

One  glimpse  of  thee  can  cheer  my  heart. 
And  turn  my  night  to  day. 

6  Grant,  O  my  God  !  this  one  request, — 

Oh  !  be  thy  love  alone 
My  ample  portion  ! — here  I  rest. 

For  heaven  is  in  the  boon. 


0. 


L.  M. 

A  Morning- Invocation. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run  ; 

Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning-sacrifice.  * 

2  Wake,  ana  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart  i 
And  wiin  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th’  eternal  King. 


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PSALMS. 


3 


4 


3 


4 


5 


Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 

And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept : 

Grant,  Lord  !  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 

I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

Lord  !  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ; 

Scatter  my  sins  as  morning-dew  ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 

And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

For  the  Lord's  Day-Morning. 

LORD  !  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  nscending  high  ; 

To  thee  wiii  i  direct  my  prayer. 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye ; — 

Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints. 

Presenting  at  his  Father’s  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne’er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand.  " 

But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort. 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court. 

And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

Oh  !  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet. 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight. 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

Morning- Devotion. 

SOON  as  the  morning-rays  appear, 

I  ’ll  lift  mine  eyes  above ; 

My  voice  shall  reach  thy  listening  ear. 

And  supplicate  thy  love. 

Within  thy  house  my  voice  shall  rise 
Before  thy  mercy-seat ; 

There  will  I  fix  my  steadfast  eyes, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet. 


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3  Thy  righteousness,  thy  strength  display, 
And  my  protection  be  ; 

Teach  me  to  know  that  only  way 
Which  leads  to  heaven  and  thee. 

L.  M. 

V/  0  Temptation  in  Sickness  overcome. 

1  LORD !  I  can  sulfer  thy  rebukes, 

When  thou  with  kindness  dost  chastise , 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear ; 

Oh  !  let  it  not  against  me  rise. 

2  Pity  my  languishing  estate. 

And  ease  the  sorrows  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thy  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
Oh  !  let  thy  gentle  touches  heal. 

3  See,  how  in  sighs  I  pass  my  days. 

And  waste  in  groans  the  weary  night ! 
My  bed  is  watered  with  my  tears  ; 

My  grief  consumes,  and  dims  my  sight. 

4  Look,  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 

How  long,  almighty  God  !  how  long  J 
When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  1 
When  shall  I  make  thy  grace  my  song  ? 

6*  C.  M.  . 

)  •  Prayer  under  Rebukes . 

1  IN  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 
Thy  feeble  worm,  my  God ! 

My  spirit  dreads  thine  angry  look. 

And  trembles  at  thy  rod. 

2  Have  mercy,  Lord  !  for  I  am  weak  ; 
Regard  my  heavy  groans  ; 

Oh  !  let  thy  voice  of  comfort  speak. 

And  heal  my  broken  bones. 

3  Oh  !  come,  and  show  thy  power  to  save, 
And  spare  my  fainting  breath  ; 

For  who  can  praise  thee  in  the  grave, 

Or  sing  thy  name  in  death  1 

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V/  0  Prayer  in  A ffliction. 

1  GENTLY,  gently,  lay  thy  rod 
On  my  sinful  head,  O  God  ! 

Stay  thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay. 

Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 


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2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak  ; 

Heal  me,  for  thy  grace  I  seek ; 

This  my  only  plea  I  make, — 

Heal  me  for  thy  mercy’s  sake. 

3  Who  within  the  silent  grave 
Shall  proclaim  thy  power  to  save  1 
Lord  !  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 

Speak,  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  he  comes — he  heeds  my  plea ; 

Lo  !  he  comes — the  shadows  flee  ; 

Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more ; 

Rise,  my  spirit !  and  adore. 

c.  M. 

God's  Care  of  his  People  in  Persecution. 

MY  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  friend, 

My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  ! 

Rise,  and  my  helpless  life  defend 
From  those  who  seek  my  blood. 

If  I  have  e’er  provoked  them  first, 

Or  once  abused  my  foe  ; 

Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dust, 

And  lay  mine  honor  low. 

3  If  there  were  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 

I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee. 

Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 

4  Arise,  my  God  !  lift  up  thy  hand. 

Their  pride  and  power  control ; 

Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliverance  for  my  soul. 

FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

The  Hosanna  of  the  Children. 

ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies  ! 

Through  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 

O’er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 

To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honor  raise ; 

And  babes,  with  uninstructed  tongue. 

Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 


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3  Thy  power  assists  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground ; 
To  still  the  bold  blasphemer’s  rage, 

And  all  their  policies  confound, 

4  Children  amidst  thy  temple  throng, 

To  see  their  great  Redeemer’s  face  ; 
The  son  of  David  is  their  song, 

And  young  hosannas  fill  the  place. 

8  SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

•  Christ’s  Condescension  and  Glorification. 

1  O  .LORD,  our  Lord  !  in  power  divine. 
How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name  ! 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine. 
Placed  high  above  the  heavenly  frame. 

2  Down  from  his  throne  thy  Son  descends, 
A  little  time  our  form  to  wear ; 
Beneath  th’  angelic  hosts  he  bends. 

Our  sufferings  and  our  sins  to  bear. 

3  But,  lo !  thy  power  exalts  him  high. 

In  glorious  dignity  enthroned : 

He  bears  our  nature  to  the  sky. 

O’er  all  thy  works  the  ruler  crowned. 

4  Jesus,  our  Lord  !  in  power  divine. 

How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name ! 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine 
Let  all  the  earth  resound  thy  fame. 

8  FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Creation  and  Redemption. 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord  !  how  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  I 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high. 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  stars  that  well  adorn  the  sky. 

Those  moving  worlds  of  light ; — 

3  Lord  !  what  is  man  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  so  far  below, 

That  thou  shouldst  visit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  so  ] 

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4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  save  a  dying  worm  1 

5  Yet,  while  he  lived  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 

Behold  obedient  nature  own 
His  Godhead  and  his  power  ! 

6  Let  him  be  crowned  with  majesty, 

Who  bowed  his  head  in  death ; 

And  be  his  honors  sounded  high,  \ 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

8  SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

•  God’s  Condescension. 

1  O  LORD,  my  King  !  how  excellent 
Thy  name  on  earth  is  known  I 
Thy  glory  in  the  firmament, 

How  wonderfully  shown ! 

2  When  I  behold  the  heavens  on  high. 

The  work  of  thy  right  hand ; 

The  moon  and  stars  amid  the  sky. 

Thy  lights  in  every  land  ; — 

3  Lord  !  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  deign 
On  him  to  set  thy  love, 

Give  him  awhile  on  earth  to  reign, 

Then  fill  a  throne  above  1 

4  O  Lord  !  how  excellent  thy  name. 

How  manifold  thy  ways  ! 

Let  time  thy  saving  truth  proclaim, — 
Eternity  thy  praise. 

8  s.  M. 

•  Gods  Grace  to  Men. 

1  O  LORD,  our  heavenly  King ! 

Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 

And  o’er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 

And  see  the  moon  complete  in  light 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies ; — 


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3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

In  all  their  shining  forms, 

Lord  !  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing. 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  1 

4  Lord  !  what  is  worthless  man. 

That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so  1 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 

And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wondrous  are  thy  ways ; 

Of  dust  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

8  75. 

•  The  Praises  of  Children. 

1  GLORY  to  the  Father  give 

God,  in  whom  we  move  and  live : 
Children’s  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear ; 
Children’s  songs  delight  his  ear. 

2  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, — 

Christ, our  prophet,  priest  and  king! 
Children  !  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost ; 

Be  this  day  a  pentecost : 

Children’s  minds  may  he  inspire ; 

Touch  their  lips  with  holy  tire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity, 

For  the  gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word,  that  “  God  is  love.’’ 

9  FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the  Judgment- Seat. 

1  WITH  my  whole  heart,  I  ’ll  raise  my  song, 
Thy  wonders  I  ’ll  proclaim  ; 

Thou  sovereign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

2  I  ’ll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 

And  make  his  vengeance  known. 


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3  Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  who  are  oppressed, 

To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  The  men  who  know  thy  name  will, trust 

In  thine  abundant  grace ; 

For  thou  didst  ne’er  forsake  the  just, 

Who  humbly  sought  thy  face. 

r>  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion’s  hill ; 

Who  executes  his  threatening  word. 

And  doth  his  grace  fulfill. 

9  SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

•  The  Wisdom  and  Equity  of  Providence. 

1  WHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just, 
Shall  once  inquire  for" blood. 

The  humble  souls  that  mourn  in  dust 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

He  from  the  fearful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raise : 

On  Zion’s  hill,  with  tuneful  breath. 

They  sing  their  Father’s  praise. 

Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought. 
And  wait,  and  long  complain. 

Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot. 

Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

Rise,  great  Redeemer  !  from  thy  seal. 

To  judge  and  save  the  poor  ; 

Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet. 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 

L.  M. 

Jehovah^  the  Avenger  of  the  Oppressed. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns — your  tribute  bring  ; 
Proclaim  the  Lord,  th’  eternal  King : 
Crown  him,  ye  saints  !  with  holy  joy. 

His  arm  shall  all  your  foes  destroy. 

2  Thou,  Lord  !  ere  yet  the  humble  mind 
Had  formed  to  prayer  the  wish  designed, 
Hast  heard  the  secret  sigh  arise. 

While,  swift  to  aid,  thy  mercy  flies. 


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3  Thy  Spirit  shall  our  hearts  prepare  ; 

Thine  ear  shall  listen  to  our  prayer : 

Thou  righteous  Judge  !  thou  Power  divine  1 
On  thee  the  fatherless  recline. 

4  The  Lord  shall  save  th’  afflicted  breast, 

His  arm  shall  vindicate  th’  oppressed, 
Earth’s  mightiest  tyrant  feel  his  power, 

Nor  sin,  nor  Satan  grieve  them  more. 

0  FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Prayer  heard^  and  Saints  saved. 

1  WHY  does  the  Lord  stand  off  so  far? 

And  why  conceal  his  face. 

When  great  calamities  appear, 

And  times  of  deep  distress  ] 

2  Lord  !  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 
Thy  justice  and  thy  power  1 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  still  thy  saints  devour  ] 

3  Arise,  O  Lord  !  lift  up  thy  hand ; 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 

No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand, 

When  God  ascends  on  high. 

4  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray. 

And  cause  thine  ear  to  hear : 

Hearken  to  what  thy  children  say. 

And  put  the  world  in  fear. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
The  God  of  the  Fatherless. 


1  HEAR,  Lord  !  the  song  of  praise  and  prayer, 

In  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place. 

From  children,  made  the  public  care. 

And  taught  to  seek  thy  face. 

2  Thanks  for  thy  word,  and  for  thy  day ; 

And  grant  us,  we  implore. 

Never  to  waste,  in  sinful  play 
Thy  holy  Sabbaths  more. 

3  Thanks  that  we  hear — but  Oh  !  impart. 

To  each,  desires  sincere. 

That  we  may  listen  with  our  heart, 

And  learn  as  well  as  hear. 

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4  Wisdom  and  bliss  thy  word  bestows — 

A  sun  which  ne’er  declines : 

Oh  !  be  thy  mercy  showered  on  those 
Who  placed  us  where  it  shines. 

nL.  M.  , 

•  God^  Ute  Refuge  of  the  Saints. 

1  MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love : 

Why  do  my  foes  insult,  and  cry — 

“Fly,  like  a  tim’rous  trembling  dove, 

To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly  1” 

2  The  Lord  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne ; 
His  eye  surveys  the  world  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known ; 

His  eye-lids  search  our  spirits  through. 

3  If  he  afflicts  his  saints  so  far 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  transgressors  fear  1 
His  soul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

4  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls. 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 


C.  M. 

Prayer  in  Times  of  Wickedness. 


1  HELP,  Lord  !  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
Religion  loses  ground ; 

The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 


2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 
Yet  act  the  flatterer’s  part : 

With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 


3  Lord  !  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  impious  men  grow  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found. 
And  love  is  waxing  cold, — 

4  Is  not  thy  chariot  rolling  on  1 

Hast  thou  not  given  the  sign ; 
May  we  not  rest  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  1 


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5  “  Yes,”  saith  the  Lord,  “  now  will  I  rise, 

And  make  oppressors  flee  ; 

I  will  appear  to  their  surprise, 

And  set  my  servants  free.” 

6  Like  silver  in  the  furnace  tried. 

Thy  word  shall  still  endure  ; 

The  men, that  in  thy  truth  confide. 
Shall  find  the  promise  sure. 


L.  M. 

Help  in  God  alone. 


1  HOW  long,  O  Lord  I  shall  I  complain. 
Like  one  that  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ] 
How  long  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn, 
And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ] 


2  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  oppressed! 
If  thou  withhold  thy  heavenly  light, 

I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

3  Hear,  Lord !  and  grant  me  quick  relief. 
Thy  mercy  now  shall  end  my  grief ; 

For  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace. 

And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

4  Whate’er  my  fears  or  foes  suggest. 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 

My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 
My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 


c.  M. 

Hope  in  Darkness. 


1  HOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face. 
My  God  !  how  long  delay  1 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  away  1 


2  How  long  shall  my  poor  lab’ring  soul 
Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain  1 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control. 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 


3  Be  thou  my  sun  and  thou  my  shield. 

My  soul  in  safety  keep  ; 

Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  sealed 
In  death’s  eternal  sleep. 


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4  Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace, 
Whence  all  my  comforts  spring ; 

I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 

And  thy  salvation  sing. 

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Pleading  for  Mercy, 

1  LORD  of  mercy,  just  and  kind  ! 

Wilt  thou  ne’er  my  guilt  forgive] 
Never  shall  my  troubled  mind 
In  thy  kind  remembrance  live  ] 

2  Lord !  how  long  shall  Satan’s  art- 

Tempt  my  harrassed  soul  to  sin. 
Triumph  o’er  my  humbled  heart. 

Fears  without  and  guilt  within ! 

3  Lord,  my  God  !  thine  ear  incline, 

Bending  to  the  prayer  of  faith  ; 

Cheer  my  eyes  with  light  divine, 

Lest  I  sleep  the  sleep  of  death. 

c.  M. 

•  AR  Men^  Sinners. 

1  FOOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  say. 

That  all  religion’s  vain  ; 

There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high. 

Or  minds  th’  affaii’s  of  men. 

2  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne. 

Looked  down  on  things  below. 

To  find  the  man  who  sought  his  grace, 

Or  did  his  justice  know. 

3  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray. 

Their  practice  all  the  same ; 

There’s  none  that  fears  his  Maker’s  hand^ 
There ’s  none  that  loves  his  name. 

4  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit. 

Their  slanders  never  cease  : 

How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet] 

Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

5  Such  seeds  of  sin — that  bitter  root — 

In  every  heart  are  found ; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit. 

Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 


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U7s  and  6s. 

•  'The  Salvation  of  Israel. 

1  OH  !  that  the  Lord’s  salvation 
Were  out  of  Zion  come, 

To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  his  outcasts  home. 

How  long  the  holy  city 
^  Shall  heathen  feet  profane  1 
Return,  O  Lord  !  in  pity  ; 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

2  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror. 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 

Roll  back  the  veil  of  error. 

Release  the  fettered  heart ; 

Let  Israel,  home  returning. 

Their  lost  Messiah  see  ; 

Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning. 

And  bind  thy  church  to  thee. 

L.  M. 

The  Citizen  of  Zion. 

1  WHO  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 
Great  God !  and  dwell  before  thy  face  7 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now. 

And  humbly  walks  with  God  below: 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

3  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  that  curse  him  to  his  face ; 

And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

4  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done. 

His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see. 

And  dwell  for  ever.  Lord  !  with  thee. 

7s. 

•  The  Heir  of  Heaven. 

1  WHO,  O  Lord  i  when  life  is  o’er. 

Shall  to  heaven’s  blest  mansions  soar^ 

Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 

In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  I 


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2  He,  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed  ; 
He,  whose  will  to  thine  conformed. 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run  ; 

He,  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one 

3  He,  who  shuns  the  sinner’s  road. 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God  ; 
Who,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained : — 

4  He,  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone. 

Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done  : — 

He,  great  God  I  shall  be  thy  care, 

And  thy  choicest  blessings  share. 


L.  M. 

•  'Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

WHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong. 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop ; 

Be  glad,  my  heart !  rejoice,  my  tongue ! 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 


2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head. 

Yet,  gracious  God !  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead. 

Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high  ; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 


4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow ; 

And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace. 

Which  we  but  tasted  here  below. 

Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Supjjort  and  Counsel  from  God. 


1  LET  heathens  to  their  idols  haste. 
And  worship  wood  or  stone ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 


2  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food. 
He  fills  my  daily  cup ; 

Much  am  I  pleased  with  present  good. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 


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3  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy ; 
His  counsels  are  my  light ; 

He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night 


4  My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-seeing  eye  ; 

Not  death,  nor  hell,  my  hope  shall  move, 
While  such  a  friend  is  nigh. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

The  Death  and  Resurrection  of  Christ. 


1  “  I  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face. 

He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 

My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  express, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  “  My  spirit,  Lord  !  thou  wilt  not  leave, 

Where  souls  departed  are  ; 

Nor  quit  my  body  in  the  grave, 

To  see  corruption  there. 

3  “  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life. 

And  raise  me  to  thy  throne ; 

Thy  courts  immortal  pleasure  give. 

Thy  presence  joys  unknown.” 

4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Christ,  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  sung, 

And  Providence  fulfllls  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jesus,  whom  every  saint  adores, 

Was  crucified  and  slain  : 

Behold  !  the  tomb  its  prey  restores. 
Behold  !  he  lives  again. 

6  When  shall  my  feet  arise  and  stand 

On  heaven’s  eternal  hills  J 
There  sits  the  Son  at  God’s  right  hand. 
And  there  the  Father  smiles. 


L.  M. 

Prospect  of  the  Righteous. 


1  WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 

Lord  !  ’t  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
T  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousnes.s. 


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2  This  life ’s  a  dream — an  empty  show  ; 

But  the  bright  vv^orld,  to  which  I  go, 

Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere ; 

When  shall  I  wake,  and  tind  me  there? 

3  Oh  !  glorious  hour  ! — Oh  !  blest  abode  ! 

I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 

And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground. 

Till  the  last  trumpet’s  joyful  sound  : 

Then  burst  the  chains,  with  sw^eet  surprise^ 
And  in  my  Saviour’s  image  rise. 


s.  M. 

The  Prospects  of  the  Saint  arid  Sinner. 


1  ARISE,  my  gracious  God ! 

And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 

They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod 
'I’o  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  !  the  sinner  dies, — 

I  His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 

Here,  in  this  life,  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance. 

And  boast  of  all  his  store  ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance. 

My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
Washed  in  my  Saviour’s  blood. 

5  There ’s  a  new  heaven  begun. 

When  I  awake  from  death — 
Dressed  in  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, — 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Deliverance  from  Despair. 


1  THEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord  !  my  strength, 
My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
iur  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 


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2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade ; 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rose, 

And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 

3  I  saw  the  opening  gates  of  hell, 

With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
Which  none,  but  they  that  feel,  can  tell. 
While  I  w’as  hurried  to  despair. 

4  In  my  distress,  I  called  my  God, 

When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine ; 
He  bowed  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 

Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

5  My  song  for  ever  shall  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour ; 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  Reward  of  Sincerity. 


1  LORD  !  Ihou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws. 

And  thou  hast  owned  my  righteous  cause. 

2  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest ! 
What  wars  and  stragglings  in  my  breast! 
But,  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 


3  The  sin  that  close  besets  me  still. 

That  works  and  strives  against  my  will — 
When  shall  thy  Spirit’s  sovereign  power 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more } 

4  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward : 

The  kind  and  faithful  soul  shall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 


THIRD  PART,  L.  M. 
Rejoicing  in  God. 


1  JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  ! 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord'* 

Or  where ’s  a  refuge  like  our  God? 

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2  ’T  is  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield ; 
And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight. 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  lives : 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  broke  : 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Victory  over  temporal  Enemies. 

WE  love  thee.  Lord  !  and  we  adore : 

Now  is  thine  arm  revealed ; 

Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heavenly  towej 
Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 


2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  sure  defence ; 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 

And  draw  salvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  shines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
^  The*  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, — 

The  lightning  of  his  spear  ] 

■‘4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind ; 

And  angels  in  array. 

In  millions,  wait  to  know  his  mind, 

And  swift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  speaks — and,  at  his  fierce  rebuke. 

Whole  armies  are  dismayed  ; 

His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look. 
Strike  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blessed 

For  his  own  children’s  sake  : 

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The  powers,  that  give  his  people  rest, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Jehovah  coming  to  reign. 


1  THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high. 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 


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2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Full  royally  he  rode, 

And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds, 
Came  flying  ail  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

__  Their  fury  to  restrain ; 

And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 


8s  and  7s. 
Christ  triumphant. 


1  LO  !  the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth  ; 

He ’s  my  rock,  I  bless  his  name ; 
He,  my  God,  salvation  giveth ; 

All  ye  lands !  exalt  his  fame. 


2  God,  Messiah’s  cause  maintaining, 

Shall  his  righteous  throne  extend  ; 
O’er  the  world  the  Saviour  reigning, 
Earth  shall  at  his  footstool  bend. 

3  O’er  his  enemies  exalted. 

Great  Redeemer  ! — see  him  rise ; 
Though  by  powers  of  hell  assaulted^ 
God  exalts  him  to  the  skies. 


4  Jesus  !  hail !  enthroned  in  glory. 
There  for  ever  to  abide ; 

All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father’s  side. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Nature  and  Revelation. 


1  THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord ! 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 


2  The  rolling  sun.  the  changing  light. 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  stars  convey  thy  praise, 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand: 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 


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4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run 
Till  Christ  has  ail  the  nations  blest, 

That  sec  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness  !  arise  ; 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view. 

In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven : 

Lord  !  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew. 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
TJie  Language  of  the  Heavens. 


1  THE  spacious  firmament  on  high. 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky. 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 


2  Th’  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator’s  power  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening-shades  prevail. 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale. 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth. 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  : — 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 
Confirm  the  tidings,  as  they  roll. 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  1 
What  though  no  real  voice,  nor  sound, 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  is  found  1 — 

6  In  reason’s  ear  they  all  rejoice. 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 

For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, — 

“  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.” 


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L.  M,  6  Lines. 
Starry  Heavens. 


1  THY  glory,  Lord !  the  heavens  declare, 
The  firmament  displays  thy  skill ; 

The  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air, 
Tempest  and  calm,  thy  word  fulfill ; 
Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech. 

And  night  to  night  thy  knowledge  teach. 


2  Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear. 

Well  known  the  language  of  their  song, 
When  one  by  one  the  stars  appear. 

Led  by  the  silent  moon  along. 

Till  round  the  earth,  from  all  the  sky. 

Thy  beauty  beams  on  every  eye. 

3  Waked  by  thy  touch,  the  morning-sun 

Comes  like  a  bridegroom  from  his  bower, 
And,  like  a  giant,  glad  to  run 

His  bright  career  with  speed  and  power, — 
Thy  flaming  messenger,  to  dart 
Life  through  the  depth  of  nature’s  heart. 

4  While  these  transporting  visions  shine. 

Along  the  path  of  Providence, 

Glory  eternal,  joy  divine. 

Thy  word  reveals,  transcending  sense; 

My  soul  thy  goodness  longs  to  see. 

Thy  love  to  man,  thy  love  to  me. 


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^  •  Divine  Revelation. 

1  THY  law  is  perfect.  Lord  of  light ! 

Thy  testimonies  sure  ;  ' 

The  statutes  of  thy  realm  are  right. 
And  thy  commandments  pure. 

2  Holy,  inviolate  thy  fear. 

Enduring  as  thy  throne  ; 

Thy  judgments,  chastening,  or  severe, 
Justice  and  truth  alone. 

3  Let  these,  O  God  !  my  soul  convert. 

And  make  thy  servant  wise  ; 

Let  these  be  gladness  to  my  heart, 
The  day-spring  to  mine  eyes. 

4  By  these,  may  I  be  warned  betimes ; 

Who  knows  the  guile  within  1 

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Lord  !  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes, 
Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin. 


5  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, 

The  thoughts  that  throng  my  mind, 

O  Lord  !  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
With  thee  acceptance  find. 


FIRST  PXRT,  S.  M. 

The  Books  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 


1  BEHOLD  !  the  lofty  sky 
Declares  its  maker,  God  ; 

And  all  his  starry  worlds  on  high. 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 


2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  every  different  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known ; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 


4  Ye  Christian  lands  !  rejoice ; 

Here  he  reveals  his  word ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice. 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  laws  are  just  and  pure. 

His  truth  without  deceit ; 

His  promises  for  ever  sure. 

And  his  rewards  are  great 

6  While  of  thy  works  I  sing. 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim  ; 

Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King ! 
In  my  Redeemer’s  name. 


SECOND  PART,  S.  M. 
The  Gospel ;  for  the  Sabbath. 


1  BEHOLD  !  the  morning-sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way ; 

His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 


2  But  where  the  gospel  comes. 
It  spreads  diviner  light ; 


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It  caHs  Lead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  e^ives  the  blind  their  sisrht. 

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4  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 

For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord ! 

And  men  securely  trust. 

i  My  gracious  God  !  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given  ! 

Oh  !  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 


THIRD  PART,  S.  M. 
Prayer  and  Praise. 


1  I  HEAR  thy  word  with  love. 

And  1  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  ihy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 


2  Oh  !  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  '? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 


3  Warn  me  of  every  sin, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine. 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 


4  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song. 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ! 


L.  p.  M. 

The  Excellency  of  the  Scriptures. 


1  I  LOVE  th^olumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light' and  joy  these  leaves  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distressed ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest 


2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 
These  are  my  study  and  delight ; 


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Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 

Nor  gold,  that  has  the  furnace  past, 
Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  e 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But ’t  is  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord  ! 

That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  olean. 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin. 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  1 
My  God  !  forgive  my  secret  faults. 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise. 

That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace. 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 


L.  M. 

God,  our  Defence. 


1  NOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 

Attend  his  people’s  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 

And  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs. 

His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts ; 

His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

3  Now  save  us.  Lord!  from  slavish  fear. 

Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  strong... 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear. 

And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 


C.  M. 

Trust  in  God. 


1  THE  Lord  unto  thy  prayer  attend. 

In  trouble’s  darksome  hour  : 

The  name  of  Jacob’s  God  defend. 

And  shield  thee  by  his  power. 

2  In  thy  salvation  we  ’ll  rejoice. 

And  triumph  in  the  Lord  ; 

For,  when  in  prayer  he  hears  thy  voice, 
He  will  relief  afford. 


3  In  chariots  and  on  horses  some 
For  aid  and  shelter  flee ; 


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But  in  thy  name,  O  Lord  !  we  come, 
And  will  remember  thee. 

4  O  Lord  !  to  us  salvation  bring  ; 

In  thee  alone  we  trust ; 

Hear  us,  O  God,  our  heavenly  King ! 
Thou  refuge  of  the  just ! 


c.  M. 

God  acknowledged  in  national  Blessings. 


1  IN  thee,  great  God  !  with  songs  of  praise, 
Our  favored  realms  rejoice  ; 

And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 


2  In  deep  distress,  our  injured  land 

Implored  thy  power  to  save  ; 

For  life  we  prayed — thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blessing  gave. 

3  On  thee,  in  want,  in  wo,  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  : 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain. 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 

4  Thus,  Lord !  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 

And  still  exalt  thy  fame  ; 

While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 


L.  M. 

Christas  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 


1  NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 

When  he  complained,  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 


2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn. 

And  shook  their  heads,  and  laughed  in  scorn 
“  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave ; 

Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save.” 

3  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

4  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry  ; 

Raised  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 


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The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

c.  M. 

•  Christ’s  Sufferings  and  Victories. 

“  NOW  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 
My  God  !  support  thy  Son, 

When  horrors  dark  my  soul  oppress, 
Oh  I  leave  me  not  alone  !” 


2  Thus  did  our  suffering  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears ; 

God  heard  him,  in  that  dreadful  day. 
And  chased  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 

His  throne ’s  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worship — or  shall  die. 

4  The  meek  and  humble  soul  shall  sec 

His  table  richly  spread  ; 

And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

5  The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness 

Of  our  incarnate  God  ; 

And  nations,  yet  unborn,  possess 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


L.  M, 

God,  our  Shepherd. 


1  MY  shepherd  is  the  living  Lord ; 

Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  supplied 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  pastures  where  salvation  grows. 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  rest ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows. 

And  all  the  food ’s  divinely  blest. 


3  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  mistake  ; 
But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace. 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy’s  sake. 

In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 


4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are ; 


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My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  shepherd, ’s  with  me  there. 

5  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  household  all  their  days ; 
There  will  1  dwell  to  hear  his  word. 

To  seek  his  face,  and  sing  his  praise. 


L.  M.  6  Lines. 

Jehovah,  the  Shej)herd  of  his  People. 


1  THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd’s  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  w'ants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noon-day- walks  he  will  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight-hours  defend. 


2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint. 

Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 

To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads  ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 


3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray. 

Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile ; 

The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile. 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread. 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill. 

For  thou,  O  Lord  !  art  with  me  still ; 

Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 

And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
77ie  watchful  Shepherd. 


1  MY  shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 
Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed. 
Beside  the  living  stream. 


2  He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back, 
When  I  forsake  his  ways  5 


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And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy’s  sake, 

In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death, 

Thy  presence  is  my  stay ; 

A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath  • 

Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days ; 

Oh  !  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 

And  all  my  work  be  praise. 

5  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, — 

While  others  go  and  come  ; 

No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest. 

But  like  a  child  at  home. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Gratitude  a/nd  Hope. 


1  MY  soul !  triumphant  in  the  Lord, 

Proclaim  thy  joys  abroad, 

And  march  with  holy  vigor  on. 
Supported  by  thy  God. 

2  Through  every  winding  maze  of  life 

His  hand  has  been  my  guide  ; 

And,  in  his  long-experienced  care, 

My  heart  shall  still  confide. 

3  His  grace  through  all  the  desert  flows, 

An  unexhausted  stream ; 

That  grace,  on  Zion’s  sacred  mount. 
Shall  be  my  endless  theme. 

4  Beyond  the  choicest  joys  of  time 

Thy  courts  on  earth  I  love ; 

But  Oh  !  I  burn  with  strong  desire 
To  view  thy  house  above. 

5  There,  joined  with  all  the  shining  band, 

My  soul  would  thee  adore ; — 

A  pillar  in  thy  temple  fixed, 

To  be  removed  no  more. 


FIRST  PART,  S.  M. 
The  good  Shepherd. 


1  THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied : 


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Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows. 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  tiows. 


3  If  e’er  I  go  astray. 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 

For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho’  I  should  walk  thro’  death’s  dark  shade* 
My  shepherd ’s  with  me  there. 


5  Amid  surrounding  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 


6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  foil  ’  wing  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


SECOND  PART,  S.  M. 
The  Presence  of  Christ. 


1  WHILE  my  Redeemer ’s  near, 

My  shepherd,  and  my  guide, 

I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear ; 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads. 
And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  1  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 

And  guard  me  with  thy  watchful  eye. 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


II.  M. 

The  faithful  Shepherd. 


MY  Shepherd’s  name  is  Love — 
Jehovah,  God  above  ; 

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Where  tender  herbage  grows, 

And  peaceful  water  flows, 

He  gently  leads,  he  kindly  feeds, 

And  lulls  me  then  to  sweet  repose. 

2  If  e’er  I  heedless  stray, 

He  shows  my  feet  the  way  ; 

Yea,  though  through  dreary  glades, 
I  walk  in  dismal  shades. 

No  harm  I  fear,  for  thou  art  near, 
Thy  faithful  staff  my  progress  aids. 

8  When  raging  foes  surround. 

My  comforts  still  abound  ; 

I  breathe  a  fragrant  air, 

And  feed  on  sweetest  fare  : 

Thus  in  thy  fold,  when  worn  and  old, 
I  ’ll  dwell  secure  beneath  thy  care. 


lls. 

The  Care  of  the  good  Shepherd. 


1  THE  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow. 
Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems  when 
oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death,  though 

I  stray. 

Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  comforter  near 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread  ; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  runneth 
o’er  ; 

With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head  ; 
Oh  !  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God  I 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above ; 
I  seek — by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod. 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn — thy  king¬ 
dom  of  love. 


7s. 

The  heaverUy  Shepherd. 


1  TO  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large, 

Heavenly  Shepherd  !  lead  thy  charge ; 


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And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer’s  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams,  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread. 

By  the  shades  of  death  6’erspread  ; 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied. 
This  my  guard — and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant,  to  my  latest  end. 

Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

Saints  dwell  in  Heaven. 


1  THIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord’s, 

And  men  and  worms  and  beasts  and  birds ; 
He  raised  the  building  on  the  seas, 

And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

2  But  there ’s  a  brighter  world  on  high, — 
Thy  palace.  Lord!  above' the  sky: 

Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 

And  dwell  so  near  his  Maker,  God? 


3  He  who  abhors  and  fears  to  sin. 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean ; 
Him  shall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  bless, 

And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 

Who  seek  the  God  of  Jacob’s  face  ; 

They  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 

And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

Christ’s  Ascension. 


1  REJOICE,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high ! 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ! 

Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  1 — 

The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour,  he. 

2  Ye  heavenly  gates  !  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way ; 
Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqueror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 


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3  Raised  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  heaven’s  eternal  door, 

To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode. 

Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 


THIRD  PART,  L.  M. 
Christ’s  Glorification. 


1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead. 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 

The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led. 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits. 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : — 
“Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates'. 
Ye  everlasting  doors !  give  way.” 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light. 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 

He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  “Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  whoP’ — 

The  Lord  that  all  our  foes  o’ercame ; 
That  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o’erthrew ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror’s  name. 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : — 
“Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors!  give  way.” 

6  “  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ]” — 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possessed ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too  ; 

God  over  all,  for  ever  blessed. 


c.  M. 


The  Abode  of  Saints. 


1  THE  earth  for  ever  is  tne  Lord’s, 

With  Adam’s  numerous  race; 

He  raised  its  arches  o’er  the  floods. 

And  built  it  on  the  seas. 

2  But  who  among  the  sons  of  men 

May  visit  thine  abode  1 
He  that  has  hands  from  mischief  clean, 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rise  and  take 

The  blessings  of  his  grace ; 


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This  is  the  lot  of  those  that  seek 
The  God  of  Jacob’s  face. 

4  Now  let  our  souls’  immortal  powers 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare ; 

Lift  up  their  everlasting  doors, 

The  King  of  glory ’s  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  1 
He  rules  the  nations ;  but  to  dwell 
With  saints  is  his  delight. 


H.  M. 

Christ  exalted  to  the  Throne. 


1  GOD  is  gone  up  oh  high, 

With  a  triumphant  noise  ; 

The  clarions  of  the  sky 
Proclaim  th’  angelic  joys : 

Join,  all  on  earth !  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory’s  King. 

2  God  seen  in  flesh  below. 

For  us  he  reigns  above  ; 

Let  all  the  nations  know 
The  Saviour’s  conquering  love  : 
Join,  all  on  earth  I  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory’s  King. 

3  All  power  to  our  great  Lord 

Is  by  the  Father  given ; 

By  angel-hosts  adored. 

He  reigns  supreme  in  heaven : 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory’s  King. 

4  High  on  his  holy  seat. 

He  bears  the  righteous  sway ; 

His  foes  beneath  his  feet 
Shall  sink  and  die  away  : 

Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing. 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory’s  King. 

5  Then  all  the  earth,  renewed 

In  righteousness  divine, 

With  all  the  hosts  of  God, 

In  one  great  chorus  join  : 

Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing. 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory’s  King. 

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7s. 

Christ  and  the  Saints  in  Glory. 


1  “  WIDE,  ye  heavenly  gates  !  unfold, 

Closed  no  more  by  death  and  sin ; 

Lo  !  the  conquering  Lord  behold  ! 

Let  the  King  of  glory  in.’’ 

Hark  !  th’  angelic  host  inquire, — 

“  Who  is  he,  th’  almighty  King  I” 
Hark  again  !  the  answering  choir 
Thus  in  strains  of  triumph  sing : — 

2  “  He,  whose  powerful  arm  alone 

On  his  foes  destruction  hurled  ; 

He,  who  hath  the  victory  won, 

He,  who  saved  a  ruined  world  : 

He,  who  God’s  pure  law  fulfilled, 

Jesus,  the  incarnate  Word ; 

He,  whose  truth  with  blood  was  sealed 
He  is  heaven’s  all-glorious  Lord.” 


3  “  Who  shall  to  this  blest  abode 
Follow  in  the  Saviour’s  train  1” 

“  They,  who  in  his  cleansing  blood 
Wash  away  each  guilty  stain ; 
They,  whose  daily  actions  prove 
Steadfast  faith,  and  holy  fear. 
Fervent  zeal,  and  grateful  love  ; — 
They  shall  dwell  for  ever  here.” 


FIRST  PART,  S.  M. 
Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Direction. 


1  I  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 

My  trust  is  in  his  name  ; 

Let  not  my  ^oes  that  seek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  From  the  first  dawning  light 

Till  the  dark  evening  rise. 

For  thy  salvation.  Lord  !  I  wait 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

3  Remember  all  thy  grace. 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days. 

And  follies  of  my  youth. 

4  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind. 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways , 


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And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 


5  For  his  own  goodness’  sake 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame  ; 

He  pardons,  though  my  guilt  be  great, 
Through  my  Redeemer’s  name. 


SECOND  PART,  S.  M. 
Divine  Teaching. 


1  WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found 

That  fears  t’  offend  his  God, 

That  loves  the  gospel’s  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  1 

2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 

The  secrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  covenant  show. 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 

With  such  as  to  his  covenant  stand. 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 


4  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 
Before  their  Maker’s  face ; 

Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises, 
In  their  extensive  grace. 


THIRD  PART,  S.  M. 
Backsliding  and  Repentance. 


1  MINE  eyes  and  my  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord, 

I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 


2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul. 

Bring  thy  salvation  near; 

When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  1 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways, 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  1 

4  With  every  morning’s  light. 

My  sorrow  new  begins ; 


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Look  on  rny  anguish  and  my  pain. 
And  pardon  all  my  sins. 

5  Oh  !  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ; 

For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer’s  name. 


FOURTH  PART,  S.  M. 

Pleading  for  Mercy. 

TO  God  in  whom  I  trust, 

I  lift  my  heart  and  voice ; 

Oh  !  let  me  not  be  put  to  shame. 

Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 

Thy  mercies  and  thy  love, 

O  Lord !  recall  to  mind ;  i 

And  graciously  continue  still, 

As  thou  wast  ever,  kind. 

Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 
Be  blotted  out  by  thee ; 

And,  Oh  !  for  thy  great  goodness’  sake, 
In  mercy  think  on  me. 

His  mercy  and  his  truth 
The  righteous  Lord  displays ; 

In  bringing  wandering  sinners  home. 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 


26. 
1 


3 


M. 

Seif -Examination, 

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JUDGE  me,  O  Lord  !  and  prove  my  ways. 

And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 

My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays. 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

Among  thy  saints  will  I  appear 

With  hands  well -washed  in  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 

The  blood  of  Christ  is  mv  defence. 

I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord  ! 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word. 

And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell., 

Let  not  my  soul  be  joined  at  last 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood ; 


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Since  I  nay  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  the  saints,  and  near  my  God. 


H.  M. 

Opening  a  Place  of  Worship. 


1  IN  sweet  exalted  strains 

The  King  of  glory  praise ; 

O’er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 

He  at  his  will,  the  world  controls, 
Sustains,  or  sinks,  the  distant  poles. 

2  To  earth  he  bends  his  throne— 

His  throne  of  grace  divine ; 

Wide  is  his  bounty  known. 

And  wide  his  glories  shine ; 

Fair  Salem,  still  his  chosen  rest, 

Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 

3  Great  King  of  glory  !  borne. 

And  with  thy  favor  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome — 

This  people  as  thy  own  : 

Beneath  this  roof.  Oh  !  deign  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 


4  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Thy  people’s  humble  cries, 

And  grateful  praise  ascend. 

All-fragrant,  to  the  skies  : 

Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 

5  Here  may  th’  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 

And  converts  join  the  song 
Of  seraphim  above ; 

And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board. 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 


7s. 

The  House  of  God. 


1  SEARCH  my  heart,  my  actions  prove. 
Try  my  thoughts,  as  they  arise  ; 

For  thy  kindness  and  thy  love 
Ever  are  before  my  eyes. 


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2  I  have  loved  the  hallowed  place, 

Where  thine  honor  doth  abide  ; 
To  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 

Lord  !  my  erring  footsteps  guide. 

3  Gather  not  my  soul  with  those, 

Who  their  deeds  of  blood  pursue  ; 
Who,  thy  justice  to  oppose, 

Hold  the  tempting  bribe  to  view. 

4  Keep  my  soul  from  all  offence ; 

All  my  supplications  hear ; 

As  I  walk  in  innocence. 

Let  me.  Lord  !  thy  mercy  share. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

The  Churchy  our  Delight  and  Safety. 


1  THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too  ; 

God  is  my  strength — nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 


2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires — 

Oh  !  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, — 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 

Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love. 

And  there  inquire  thy  will. 


4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide ; 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  No\v  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around  ; 

And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Prayer  and  Hope. 


1  SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, — 
“Ye  children  I  seek  my  grace,^’ 
My  heart  replied  without  delay,—* 

“  I  ’ll  seek  my  Father’s  face.” 


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2  Let  not^hy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  1‘rown  my  soul  away  ; 

God  of  my  life  !  1  fly  to  thee, 

In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die  ; 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief. 

Had  not  my  soul  believed, 

To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief ; — 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints  ! 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He  ’ll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints. 

And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 
God’s  Sanctuary^  a  Refuge. 


1  GRANT  me  within  thy  courts  a  place. 

Among  thy  saints  a  seat ; 

For  ever  to  behold  thy  face. 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ; 

2  In  thy  pavilion  to  abide. 

When  storms  of  trouble  blow. 

And  in  thy  tabernacle  hide, 

Secure  from  every  foe. 

3  Then  leave  me  not  when  griefs  assail, 

And  earthly  comforts  flee  ; 

When  father,  mother,  kindred  fail. 

My  God  !  remember  me. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  with  courage  wait, 

My  soul !  disdain  to  fear  ; 

The  righteous  Judge  is  at  the  gate, 
And  thy  redemption  near. 


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•  •  God,  Vie  Orphan’s  Hope. 


1  WHEN  my  cries  ascend  to  thee, 
Hear,  Jehovah  !  from  afar  ; 

Let  thy  fender  mercies  be 
Still  propitious  to  my  prayer. 


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When  thou  badest  me  seek  thy  face, 
Quickly  did  my  heart  reply, 

Resting  on  thy  word  of  grace, — 

“  Thee  I  ’ll  seek,  O  Lord  most  high  1’^ 

2  Should  the  world  deceitful  prove. 

And  no  more  its  help  I  share ; 

Though  decayed  a  mother’s  love, 

Though  withdrawn  a  father’s  care  ; — 
Then  Jehovah’s  guardian  eye 
Shall  my  orphan  state  defend. 

Shall  a  parent’s  place  supply, — 

He,  my  guardian,  father,  friend. 


7s  and  6s. 
Confidence  in  God. 


1  GOD  is  my  strong  salvation. 

What  foe  have  I  to  fear  1 
In  darkness  and  temptation. 

My  light,  my  help  is  near : 

Though  hosts  encamp  around  me. 
Firm  to  the  fight  I  stand ; 

What  terror  can  confound  me, 

With  God  at  my  right  hand  1  * 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance. 

My  soul !  with  courage  wait ; 

His  truth  be  thine  affiance. 

When  faint  and  desolate  : 

His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen, 
His  love  thy  joy  increase  ; 

Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen. 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 


L.  M. 

Prayer  and  Deliverance  from  Temptation, 


1  TO  thee,  O  Lord  !  I  raise  my  cries. 

My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear ; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  soul. 

If  thou  refuse  a  gracious  ear. 

2  While  suppliant  toward  thy  holy  hill, 

I  lift  my  feeble  hands  to  pray. 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  still 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 


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3  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Whose  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice  ! 
My  heart,  that  trusted  in  his  word. 

In  his  salvation  shall  rejoice. 

4  Let  every  saint  in  sore  distress 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour-God ; 

Then  grant,  O  Lord !  thy  pard’ning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heavenly  food. 


C.  M. 

Deliverance  from  evil  Companions. 


1  THE  giddy  world,  with  flattering  tongue, 

Had  charmed  my  soul  astray ; 

And  lured  my  heedless  feet  to  death, 
Along  the  flowery  way. 

2  For  me  they  dug  the  secret  pit, 

And  formed  the  hidden  snare  ; 
Thoughtless,  I  followed  where  they  led. 
Nor  saw  destruction  near. 


3  My  heart  with  agonizing  prayer, 

Besought  the  Lord  to  save : 

Unseen,  he  seized  my  trembling  hand, 
And  brought  me  from  the  grave. 

4  He  broke  the  charm  which  drew  my  feet 

To  darkness  and  the  dead ; 

From  lips  profane,  and  tongue  impure. 
With  trembling  steps  I  fled. 

5  Homeward  I  flew  to  find  my  God, 

And  seek  his  face  divine  ; 

Restored  to  peace,  to  hope,  to  life, 

To  Zion’s  friends  and  mine.  • 


6  My  lips  thy  wondrous  works  shall  sing, 
My  heart  adore  thy  grace  ; 
Thenceforth  be  love  my  sweet  employ. 
And  all  my  pleasure  praise. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Storm  and  Thunder. 


1  GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame  ! 

Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power ; 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name. 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud, 

Over  the  ocean  and  the  land ; 

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His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 

And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  speaks, — and  tempest,  hail  and  wind, 

Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 

Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 

And  lo  !  the  stately  cedars  break  ; 

The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 

The  valiies  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sovereign  on  the  Hood  ; 

The  Thunderer  reigns  for  ever  king  ; 

But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 

Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

QQ  SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

/W  •  The  powerful  God. 

1  ETERNAL  God,  eternal  King, 

Ruler  of  heaven,  and  earth  beneath  ! 

From  thee  our  hopes,  our  comforts  spring ; 

In  thee  we  live,  and  move,  and  breathe. 

2  Thy  word  brought  forth  the  flaming  sun. 

The  changeful  moon,  the  starry  host ; 

In  thine  appointed  course  they  run. 

Till  in  the  flnal  ruin  lost. 

3  At  thy  command  the  storm  is  dumb  : 

And  to  the  sea  thy  power  hath  said, — 

“  No  further  shalt  thou  dare  to  come. 

And  here  shall  thy  proud  waves  be  stayed.* 

4  Thy  sway  is  known  below,  above. 

And  full  of  majesty  thy  voice  ; 

And  as  it  speaks  in  wrath  or  love. 

The  nations  tremble  or  rejoice. 

5  The  final,  awful  hour  is  near. 

Time  paces  on  with  ceaseless  tread. 

When  opening  graves  thy  voice  shall  hear. 
And  render  up  the  sleeping  dead. 

6  Oh  !  in  that  great  decisive  day. 

May  we  be  found  in  Christ,  and  stand. 
While  flaming  worlds  shall  melt  away. 
Owned  and  approved  at  thy  right  hand. 


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Ascriptions  of  Glory  to  God. 


1  GIVE  glory  to  God  in  the  highest ;  give  praise, 
Ye  noble  !  ye  mighty  !  with  joyful  accord ; 
All-wise  are  his  counsels,  all-perfect  his  ways  ; 
In  the  beauty  of  holiness  worship  the  Lord. 


2  The  voice  of  the  Lord  on  the  ocean  is  known, 

The  God  of  eternity  thunders  abroad  ; 

The  voice  of  the  Lord,  from  the  depth  of  his  throne, 
Is  terror  and  power ; — all  nature  is  awed. 

3  At  the  voice  of  the  Lord,  the  tall  cedars  are  bowed, 

And  towers  from  their  base  into  ruin  are  hurled ; 
The  voice  of  the  Lord,  from  the  dark-bosomed 
cloud. 

Dissevers  the  lightning  in  flames  o’er  the  world. 

4  The  voice  of  the  Lord,  thro’  the  calm  of  the  wood, 

Awakens  its  echoes,  strikes  light  thro’  its  caves; 
The  Lord  sitteth  King  on  the  turbulent  flood ; 
The  winds  are  his  servants, — his  servants  the 
waves. 


5  The  Lord  is  the  strength  of  his  people ;  the  Lord 
Gives  health  to  his  chosen,  and  peace  evermore ; 
Then  throng  to  his  temple,  his  glory  record  ; 

But  Oh  !  when  he  speaketh — in  silence  adore. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Divine  Compassion  aclenowledged. 


1  I  WILL  extol  thee.  Lord  !  on  high  ; 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly  ; 

Who,  but  a  God,  can  speak,  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  1 


2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints!  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace — how  kind  his  love  j 
Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 


3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays ; 

His  love  is  life,  and  length  of  days; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ. 
The  morning-star  restores  the  joy. 


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SECOND  PART,  L  M. 

Divine  Compassion  acknowledged. 

1  FIRM  was  my  health  ;  my  day  was  bright ; 
And  I  presumed ’t  would  ne’er  be  night ; 


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Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, — 

“Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne’er  depart.” 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide. 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  ! — 

“  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  1 

Deep  in  the  dust  can  I  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there  1 

4  “Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace  !”  I  said, 

“  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead 
Thy  word  rebuked  the  pains  I  felt. 

Thy  pard’ning  love  removed  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo, 

Are  turned  to  joy  and  praises  now  ; 

I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 

And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 

Shall  ne’er  be  silent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  thro’  earth  and  heaven, 
For  sickness  healed,  and  sins  forgiven. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Deliverance  from  Death. 


1  INTO  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth  ! 

My  spirit  I  commit ; 

Thou  hast  redeemed  my  soul  from  death, 
And  saved  me  from  the  pit. 

2  “  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,”  I  cried, 

“  Though  I  draw  near  the  dust 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide. 

The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 


3  Oh  !  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  servant  shine  ; 

And  save  me  for  thy  mercy’s  sake, 
For  I ’m  entirely  thine. 

4  Thy  goodness,  how  divinely  free ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  grace. 

To  those  who  fear  thy  majesty. 
And  trust  thy  promises  I 


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5  Oh  !  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints ! 
And  sing  his  praises  loud ; 

Ho  ’ll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompense  the  proud. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 


1  MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 

My  God,  my  help,  my  trust ! 

Thou  hast  preserved  my  face  from  shame, 
Mine  honor  from  the  dust. 


2  How  great  deliverance  thou  hast  wrought, 

Before  the  sons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  lips  to  silence  brought, 

And  made  their  boasting  vain  ! 

3  Thy  children,  from  the  strife  of  tongues, 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide  ; 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crush  the  sons  of  pride. 

4  Within  thy  secret  presence.  Lord ! 

Let  me  forever  dwell ; 

No  fenced  city,  walled  and  barred, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 
Trust  in  God  as  a  Father. 


1  MY  God  !  my  Father  !  blissful  name ! 

Oh  !  may  I  call  thee  mine  1 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine! 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control. 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  : 

What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father’s  eye ! 

3  Whale’er  thy  providence  denies,' 

I  calmly  would  resign  ; 

For  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise ; 
Oh  !  bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate’er  thy  sacred  will  ordains. 

Oh  !  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 

Let  me  but  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 


5  If  pain  and  sickness  rend  this  frame. 
And  life  almost  depart, 

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Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same, 

To  cheer  my  drooping  heart  1 

6  My  God  !  my  Father  !  be  thy  name 
My  solace  and  my  stay ; 

Oh  !  wilt  thou  seal  my  humble  claim, 
And  drive  my  fears  away. 


7s. 

God^  a  Rock  and  Fortress. 


1  LORD  !  I  look  for  all  to  thee ; 
Thou  hast  been  a  rock  to  me : 

Still  thy  wonted  aid  afford  ; 

Still  be  near,  my  shield,  my  sword ! 
I  my  soul  commit  to  thee. 

Lord  !  thy  blood  has  ransomed  me. 


2  Faint  and  sinking,  on  my  road. 

Still  I  cling  to  thee,  my  God  ! 

Bending  ’neath  a  weight  of  woes, 
Harassed  by  a  thousand  foes, 

Hope  still  chides  my  rising  fears ; 

Joys  still  mingle  with  my  tears. 

3  On  thy  word  I  take  my  stand  ; 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  ; 

Make  thy  face  upon  me  shine  ; 

Take  me  ’neath  thy  wings  divine : 

Lord  !  thy  grace  is  all  my  trust ; 

Save,  Oh  !  save  thy  trembling  dust. 

4  Oh  !  what  mercies  still  attend 

Those  who  make  the  Lord  their  friend ! 
Sweetly,  safely  shall  they  ’bide 
’Neath  his  eye,  and  at  his  side : 

Lord !  may  this  my  station  be  : 

Seek  it,  all  ye  saints  !  with  me. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Pardon  and  Obedience. 


1  BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest. 

Whose  guilt  is  pardoned  by  his  God ; 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confessed. 
And  covered  with  his  Saviour’s  blood. 

2  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free ; 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear. 


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With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 

And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

3  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins ! 

While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace, 

Through  his  whole  life,  appears  and  shines. 


QQ  SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

Gonfession  and  Pardon. 

1  WHILE  I  keep  silence,  and  conceal 

My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 

What  torments  doth  my  conscience  feel ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart ! 

2  I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  secret  faults  confess ; 

Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pard’ning  word, 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  every  humble  soul 

Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat ; 

When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll. 

There  shall  they  find  a  blest  retreat. 

4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie. 

When  days  grow  dark  and  storms  appear ! 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare. 


s.  M. 

Forgiveness  of  Sins. 


1  OH  !  blessed  souls  are  they, 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o’er  ; — 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 


2  They  mourn  their  follies  past. 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  festering  wound  ; 

Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee. 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 


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Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


Q  Q  FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

fVor&s  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  REJOICE,  ye  righteous  !  in  the  Lord; 

This  work  belongs  to  you  ; 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word; 
How  holy,  just,  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim  ; 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heavenly  arches  spread  ; 

And,  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 

4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  ; 

The  flowing  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth  ! 

With  fear  before  him  stand  : 

He  spake — and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nation^’  rage. 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs ; 

His  counsel  stands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Creatures  vain.,  and  God  all-sufficient. 


1  BLEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 

Has  fixed  his  gracious  throne ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heavenly  word. 
And  calls  the  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  survey. 

Does  the  whole  world  behold , 

He  formed  us  all  of  equal  clay. 

And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 


3  God  is  our  fear,  and  God  our  trust. 
When  plagues  or  famine  spread ; 


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His  watchful  eye  secures  the  just, 
Among  ten  thousand  dead. 

4  Lord  !  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  bless  us  from  thy  throne  ; 

For  v/e  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  trust  thy  grace  alone. 


L.  P.  M. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 


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1  YE  holy  souls  !  in  God  rejoice ; 

Your  Maker’s  praise  becomes  your  voice  ; 

Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  he  new ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways. 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace ; 

How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true ! 

2  Justice  and  truth  he  ever  loves ; 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves ; 

His  word  the  heavenly  arches  spread ; 

How  wide  they  shine  from  north  to  south ! 

And  by  the  spirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  starry  armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide-flowing  seas, — 

Those  watery  treasures  know  their  place,— 

In  the  vast  store-house  of  the  deep  : 

He  spake— and  gave  all  nature  birth ; 

And  fires  and  seas,  and  heaven  and  earth, 

His  everlasting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  power, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 

Vain  are  their  thoughts,  and  weak  their  hands ; 
But  his  eternal  counsel  stands. 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

God’s  Cate  of  his  Saints. 


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1  LORD  !  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace. 

While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me  ; 

Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 


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I  sought  th’  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groanings  reached  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief. 

And  calmed  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes. 

With  heavenly  joy  their  faces  shine  ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  serve  the  Lord : 
Oh  !  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints ! 
Taste  of  his  grace  and  trust  his  word. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Religious  Education. 


1  CHILDREN  ! — in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
Your  parents’  hope,  your  parents’  joy, — 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue  ; 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 


2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints, 

His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries ; 

He  sets  his  frowming  face  against 
The  sons  of  violence  and  lies. 


4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts, 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 

Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 

When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 

His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death ; 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones, — 
They  in  his  praise  employ  their  breath. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Praise  for  eminent  Deliverance. 


1  I  ’LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 
How  good  are  all  his  ways  I 


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Ye  humble  souls,  who  love  to  pray ! 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praise. 

^  Sing,  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  sinner  cried ; 

Nor  was  his  hope  exposed  to  shame, 
Nor  was  his  suit  denied. 


8  I  told  the  Lord  my  sore  distress, 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears ; 

He  gave  my  sharpest  torments  ease, 
And  silenced  ail  my  fears. 

4  O  sinners  !  come  and  taste  his  love. 
Come,  learn  his  pleasant  ways. 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 


5  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents. 

Round  where  his  children  dwell ; 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell. 

6  Oh  !  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his ! 

His  eye  regards  the  just ; 

How  richly  blest  their  portion  is. 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust ! 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Praise  for  Mercies  received. 


1  THEE  will  I  bless,  O  Lord,  my  God ! 
To  thee  my  voice  I  ’ll  raise, 

For  ever  spread  thy  name  abroad. 
And  daily  sing  thy  praise. 


2  My  soul  shall  glory  in  the  Lord, 

His  wondrous  acts  proclaim  ; 

Oh  !  let  us  now  his  love  record. 

And  magnify  his  name. 

3  Mine  eyes  beheld  his  heavenly  light, 

When  I  implored  his  grace  ; 

I  saw  his  glory  with  delight, 

And  joy  beamed  o’er  my  face. 

4  Oh  !  taste  and  see  that  God  is  good. 

Ye,  who  on  him  rely  ! 

He  shall  your  souls,  with  heavenly  food. 
And  grace  and  strength,  supply. 


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THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

Trusting  and  Praising  God. 


1  THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life. 

In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 

The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all,  who  are  distressed. 

From  my  example  comfort  take. 

And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 


3  Oh  !  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
With  me  exalt  his  name  ; 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 


4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all, 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 


5  Oh  !  make  but  trial  of  his  love  ; 

Experience  will  decide — 

How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints  !  and  ye  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 

Make  ye  his  service  your  delight, — 
He  ’ll  make  your  wants  his  care. 


8s. 

Evening. 


1  INSPIRER  and  hearer  of  prayer. 

Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  thine ! 
My  all  to  thy  covenant-care, 

I,  sleeping  and  waking,  resign  : 

If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun. 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 

And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on. 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend. 

To  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend. 

The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep  ; 


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Bright  seraphs,  dispatched  from  the  throne, 
Repair  to  their  stations  assigned ; 

And  angels  elect  are  sent  down, 

To  guard  the  redeemed  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  worship  no  interval  knows : 

Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing ; 

And,  while  they  protect  my  repose. 

They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King. 

I,  too,'  at  the  season  ordained, 

Their  chorus  for  ever  shall  join  ; 

And  love  and  adore,  \^ithout  end, 

Their  faithful  Creator,  and  mine. 


8s,  7s,  and  4s. 

Christ  exalted  over  his  Foes. 


1  LO 1  the  Lord,  the  mighty  Saviour, 

Quits  the  grave  the  throne  to  claim ; 
Object  of  his  endless  favor, 

God  o’er  all  exalts  his  name ; 

Those  who  hate  him — 

Clothed  with  everlasting  shame. 

2  Shout  for  joy — with  songs  of  praises. 

Ye,  who  in  his  name  delight ! 

Shout — for  God  our  Saviour  raises 
To  his  throne  in  endless  might ; 

’T  is  Jehovah — 

Crowns  our  Lord,  in  realms  of  light 

3  God  his  servant  lifts  to  glory, 

Bids  him  all  his  honors  share  : 

Now,  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, 

And  thy  righteousness  declare : 
Endless  praises 

Shall  thy  ransomed  church  prepare. 


L.  M. 

Perfections  and  Providence  of  God. 


1  HIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  ! 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  or  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 


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Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 

Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope,  our  comfort  springs 
^  The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress. 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house. 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast: 

There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 

And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And,  in  thy  light,  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


C.  M. 

The  Presence  and  Protection  of  God. 


1  ABOVE  these  heavens’  created  rounds, 
Thy  mercies.  Lord  !  extend  ; 

Thy  truth  out-lives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 


2  Thy  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathomed  sea. 

3  Though  all  created  light  decay. 

And  death  close  up  our  eyes ; 

Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day. 
Where  clouds  can  never  rise. 

4  Safety  to  man  thy  goodness  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beast ; 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choose  to  rest. 


s.  M. 

Man  sinful^  God  just. 


1  WHEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin. 
My  heart  within  me  cries, — 
“He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes.” 


2  He  walks  awhile  concealed. 
In  a  self-flattering  dream ; 


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Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  revealed, 
Expose  his  hateful  name. 

3  His  heart  is  false  and  foul, 

His  words  are  smooth  and  fair  ; 
Wisdom  is  banished  from  his  soul, 
And  leaves  no  goodness  there. 

4  But  there ’s  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 

His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 

Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

5  His  truth  transcends  the  sky. 

In  heaven  his  mercies  dwell ; 

Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie, 

His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

6  How  excellent  his  love. 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs  ! 

Oh  !  never  let  my  soul  remove 
Frommnderneath  his  wings. 

FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 


God^  Hie  Guardian  of  the  Pious. 


1  NOW  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 

And  practice  all  that ’s  good  ; 

So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just, 

And  he  ’ll  provide  me  food. 

2  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ; 

Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  desires  fulfill. 

3  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display. 

And  make  thy  judgments  known. 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day. 

And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

4  The  meek  at  last  the  earth  possess. 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heaven  ; 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  souls  are  given. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Safety  of  the  Righteous. 


1  MY  God  !  the  steps  of  pious  men 
Are  ordered  by  thy  will  ; 


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Though  they  should  fall,  the/'  rise  again; 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways ; 

Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 

He  ’ll  ne’er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heavenly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 

He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Sinner  and  the  Saint. 


1  THE  haughty  sinner  I  have  seen. 

Not  fearing  man,  nor  God  ; 

Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green. 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

2  And,  lo  !  he  vanished  from  the  ground, 

Destroyed  by  hands  unseen  ; 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found. 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

3  But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness. 

His  several  steps  attend  ; 

True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways. 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

4  When  sinners  fail,  the  righteous  stand. 

Preserved  from  every  snare  ; 

They  shall  possess  the  promised  land. 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 


c.  M. 

Severe  Chastisement  deprecated. 


1  AMIDST  thy  wrath,  remember  love, 

Restore  thy  servant.  Lord  ! 

Nor  let  a  father’s  chastening  prove 
Like  an  avenger’s  sword. 

2  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear. 

And  o’er  my  head  are  gone ; 

The  burden.  Lord  !  I  cannot  bear. 
Nor  e’er  the  guilt  atone. 

3  All  my  desire  to  thee  is  known. 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear ; 


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And  every  sigh,  and  every  groan, 

Is  noticed  by  thine  ear. 

4  But  I  ’ll  confess  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  sin ; 

I  ’ll  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be. 
And  beg  support  divine. 

5  My  God  !  forgive  my  follies  past, 

And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 

O  Lord  of  my  salvation  !  haste, 
Before  thy  servant  die. 


L.  M. 

Brevity  of  human  Life. 


1  OH  ’.  let  me,  gracious  Lord  !  extend 
My  view,  to  life’s  approaching  end : 
What  are  my  days  I — a  span  their  line ; 
And  what  my  age,  compared  with  thine  ] 

2  Our  life  advancing  to  its  close. 

While  scarce  its  earliest  dawn  it  knows, 
Swift,  through  an  empty  shade,  we  run, 
And  vanity  and  man  are  one. 

3  God  of  my  fathers  !  here,  as  they, 

I  walk,  the  pilgrim  of  a  day  ; 

A  transient  guest,  thy  works  admire. 

And  instant  to  my  home  retii'e. 


4  Oh  !  spare  me,  Lord  !  in  mercy,  spare. 
And  nature’s  failing  strength  repair ; 
Ere,  life’s  short  circuit  wandered  o’er, 
I  perish,  and  am  seen  no  more. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Vanity  of  Man. 


1  TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ! 

1  would  survey  life’s  narrow  space. 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 


2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast. 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust. 

In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 

Like  shadows  o’er  the  plain  I 

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They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor’s  gaudy  show  ; 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore ; 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who. 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

5  What  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for,  then. 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust  I 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 

I  give  my  mortal  interest  up. 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

Sick-bed  Devotion. 


1  GOD  of  my  life  !  look  gently  down, 

Behold  the  pains  I  feel ! 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne. 

Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants.  Lord ! 

They  come  at  thy  command  ;  • 

I  ’ll  not  attempt  a  murm  ’  ring  word. 
Against  thy  chastening  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, — 

“  Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes  ; 

My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies. 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes.” 

4  Crushed  as  a  m.oth  beneath  thy  hand. 

We  moulder  to  the'dust ; 

Our  feeble  powers  can  ne’er  withstand. 
And  all  our  beauty ’s  lost. 

5  I ’m  but  a  stranger  here  below. 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 

May  I  be  well-prepared  to  go. 

When  I  the  summons  hear. 


6  But  if  my  life  be  spared  awhile. 
Before  my  last  remove. 

Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still. 
And  I  ’ll  declare  thy  love. 


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S.  M. 

The  Brevity  of  Life. 

1  LORD  !  let  me  know  mine  end, — 

My  days,  how  brief  their  date ; 
That  I  may  timely  comprehend, 

How  frail  my  best  estate. 

2  My  life  is  but  a  span. 

Mine  age  is  naught  with  thee ; 
What  is  the  highest  boast  of  man 
But  dust  and  vanity  1 

3  Dumb  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 

For  thou  hast  brought  me  low ; 
Remove  thy  judgments,  lesi  I  die  ; 

I  faint  beneath  thy  blow. 

4  At  thy  rebuke,  the  bloom 

Of  man’s  vain  beauty  flies ; 

And  grief  shall,  like  a  moth,  consume 
All  that  delights  our  eyes. ' 

5  Have  pity  on  my  fears  ; 

Hearken  to  my  request ; 

Turn  not  in  silence  from  my  tears, 
But  give  the  mourner  rest. 

6  Oh  !  spare  me  yet,  I  pray. 

Awhile  my  strength  restore. 

Ere  I  am  summoned  hence  away, 
And  seen  on  earth  no  more. 

^  ^  7s  and  6s. 

O  ^  •  Human  Frailty. 

1  OH  !  what  is  earthly  pleasure, 

Compared  with  thy  rich  grace 
Lord  1  teach  us  how  to  measure 
The  remnant  of  our  days, — 

How  brief  is  our  existence, 

"  How  frail  a  thing  is  man  ; 

And  grant  us  thine  assistance. 

This  feeble  life  to  scan. 

2  How  soon  the  hours  of  gladness, 

That  cheer  us  on  our  way, 

Are  changed  to  gloom  and  sadness, 
Or  filled  with  deep  dismay  ’ 


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,Man,  in  his  best  condition, 

Is  vanity  and  dust ; 

Soon  past  the  fleeting  vision  ; 

He  then  gives  up  the  ghost. 

3  Earth’s  treasures  quickly  leave  us. 
Its  honors  ne’er  endure  ; 

Its  pleasures  but  deceive  us, 

Its  hopes  are  insecure  : 

But,  Lord  I  while  time  so  fleeting 
Is  filled  with  n'mny  a  snare, 

My  soul  on  thee  is  waiting, 

1  ’ll  trust  thy  guardian  care. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Deliverance  from  deep  Distress. 


1  I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, — 

He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry  ; 

He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word. 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  raised  me  from  a  horrid  pit. 

Where,  mourning,  long  I  lay ; 

And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feet— 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

In  a  new  thankful  sang. 

4  I  ’ll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ^ 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear ; 

And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord  !  how  great ! 

We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough. 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Incarnation  and  Atonement  of  Christ. 


BEHOLD  !  the  blest  Redeemer  comes, 
Th’  eternal  Son  appears, 

And  at  th’  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

2  Much  he  revealed  his  Father’s  grace. 
And  much  his  truth  he  showed. 


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He  preached  the  way  of  righteousness 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

S  His  Father’s  honor  touched  his  heart, 

He  pitied  sinners’  cries  ; 

And  to  fulfill  a  Saviour’s  part^ 

Was  made  a  sacrifice. 

4  No  blood  of  beasts,  on  altars  shed, 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean  ' 

But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

^  THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

God's  infinite  Love. 

1  O  LORD  !  how  infinite  thy  love  ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ! 

Let  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above. 
Combine  to  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Man  in  immortal  beauty  shone. 

Thy  noblest  work  below ; 

Too  soon  by  sin  made  heir  alone 
To  death  and  endless  woe. 

3  Then — “Lo  !  I  come,”  the  Saviour  said; 

Oh  !  be  his  name  adored. 

Who,  with  his  blood,  our  ransom  paid, 

And  life  and  bliss  restored. 

L.  M. 

Blessedness  of  the  Merciful. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  heart  doth  move. 

And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor ; 

Whose  soul,  by  sympathising  love, 

Feels  what  his  fellow-saints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives,  for  their  relief. 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief. 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  pity  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth. 

With  secret  blessings  on  his  head. 

When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven; 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 

Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 


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L.  M. 

•  Trusting  in  God  in  Times  of  Despondency. 

MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord  ! 

But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind  ; 

And  times  of  past  distress  record. 

When  I  have  found  that  God  was  kind. 


2  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 

When  I  address  his  throne  by  day ; 

Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; — 

The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

3  I  ’ll  cast  myself  before  his  feet, 

And  say — “  My  God,  my  heavenly  Rock ! 
Why  doth  thy  love  so  long  forget 

The  soul  that  groans  beneath  thy  stroke 

4  I  ’ll  chide  my  heart  that  sinks  so  low  : 

Why  should  my  soul  indulge  her  grief  1 
Hope  in  the  Lord  and  praise  him  too  ; 

He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 

5  Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still ; 

Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill. 

My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy ! 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Desertion  and  Hope. 


1  WITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

My  God  !  to  thee  I,  look  ; 

So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  1 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  ’Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  davs ; 

_  •/  ' 

Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go. 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

4  But  why,  my  soul  !  sunk  down  so  far, 

Beneath  this  heavy  loadl 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  Godl 

5  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove. 


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For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Thirsting  after  God. 


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1  AS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase. 

So  longs  my  soul,  O  God  !  for  thee. 

And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God  ! 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine ; 

Oh  !  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  divine ! 

3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days. 

When  thou,  O  Lord !  wast  nigh  \  ^ 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  more  blessed  than  1. 

4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  souU 

Trust  God,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
His  praise  again,  and  find  him  still 
Thy  health’s  eternal  spring. 


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Prayer  and  Hope  in  Affliction. 


1  HEARKEN,  Lord  !  to  my  complaints. 
For  my  soul  within  me  faints ; 

Thee,  far  off  I  call  to  mind. 

In  the  land  I  left  behind. 

Where  the  streams  of  Jordan  flow. 
Where  the  heights  of  Hermon  glow. 

2  Tempest-tossed  my  failing  bark 
Founders  on  the  ocean  dark ; 

Deep  to  deep  around  me  calls. 

With  the  rush  of  water-falls  ; 

While  I  plunge  to  lower  caves, 
Overwhelmed  by  all  thy  waves. 

3  Once  the  morning’s  earliest  light 
Brought  thy  mercy  to  my  sight, 

And  my  wakeful  song  was  heard 
Later  than  the  evening-bird  ; 

Hast  thou  all  my  prayers  forgot! 
Do.st  thou  scorn,  or  hear  them  not! 

4  Why,  my  soul !  art  thou  perplexed! 
Why  with  faithless  troubles  vexed! 


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Hope  in  God,  whose  saving  name 
Thou  shall  joyfully  proclaim, 

When  his  countenance  shall  shine 
Through  the  clouds  that  darken  thine. 


c.  M. 

Prayer  in  Affliction. 


1  JUDGE  me,  O  God  !  and  plead  my  cause 
Against  a  sinful  race  ; 

From  vile  oppression  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 


2  On  thee  my  steadfast  hope  depends  ; 

And  am  1  left  to  mourn  1 
To  sink  in  sorrows,  and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return  1 

3  Oh  !  send  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet» 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear ; 

Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there. 


4  Then  to  thine  altar,  O  my  God ! 

My  joyful  feet  shall  rise. 

And  my  triumphant  songs  shall  praise 
The  God  who  rules  the  skies. 


H.  M. 

Commencement  of  public  Worship. 


1  NOW,  to  thy  sacred  house 
I  turn  my  willing  feet. 

Where  saints,  with  morning-vows. 
In  full  assembly  meet: 

Thy  power  divine 
Shall  there  be  shown. 

And  from  thv  throne 
Thy  mercy  shine. 


2  Oh  !  send  thy  light  abroad ; 
Thy  truth  with  heavenly  ray 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 

And  guide  my  doubtful  way  ; 
I  ’ll  hear  thy  word 
With  faith  sincere, 

And  learn  to  fear 
And  praise  the  Lord. 


PSALMS. 


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3  Here  reach  thy  gracious  hand, 

And  all  my  sorrows  heal, 

Here  health  and  strength  divine, 
Oh  !  make  my  bosom  feel ; 
Like  balmy  dew. 

Shall  Jesus’  voice 
My  heart  rejoice 
And  strength  renew. 

4  Now  in  thy  holy  hill, 

Before  thine  altar,  LordJ 
My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 
The  glories  of  thy  word  : 

O  God  of  grace  ! 

Henceforth  to  thee 
My  life  shall  be 
A  hymn  of  praise. 


7s. 

Prayer  in  Distress. 


1  JUDGE  me,  Lord  !  in  righteousness; 
Plead  for  me  in  my  distress ; 

Good  and  merciful  thou  art ; 

Bind  this  bleeding,  broken  heart; 
Cast  me  not  despairing  hence  ; 

Be  thy  love  my  confidence. 

2  Send  thy  light  and  truth,  to  guide 
Me,  too  prone  to  turn  aside. 

On  thy  holy  hill  to  rest. 

In  thy  courts  for  ever  blest ; 

There  to  God,  my  hope,  my  joy. 
Praise  shall  all  my  powers  employ. 

3  Why,  my  soul !  art  thou  dismayed  1 
Why  of  earth  or  hell  afraid  1 
Trust  in  God  ;  disdain  to  yield. 

While  o’er  thee  he  casts  his  shield ; 
While  his  countenance  divine 
Sheds  the  light  of  heaven  on  thine. 


c.  M. 

Complaint  in  Declension. 


1  LORD  !  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
Thy  works  of  power  and  grace. 

When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days; 

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2  How  thou  didst  build  thy  chut  ches  here, 

And  make  thy  gospel  knov  n  : 

Among  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 

Thy  light  and  glory  shone. 

3  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day  ; 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng, 

Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray  ; 
And  grace  was  all  their  song. 

4  But  now  our  souls  are  seized  with  shame ; 

Confusion  tills  our  face, 

To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme. 

And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame. 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ! 

We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

^  FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

The  Glory  of  Christ. 

1  NOW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour-King  ; 

Jesus,  the  Lord, — how  heavenly  fair 
■His  form !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O’er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace ; 

Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows. 

And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Dress  thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lord  ! 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword  ; 

In  majesty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God  !  for  ever  stands  ; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands ; 

Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right ; 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

5  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head ; 

And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  blest 

His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 


PSALMS. 

SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

Christ  and  his  Church. 

1  THE  King  of  saints, — how 'fair  his  face  ! 
Adorned  with  majesty  and  grace, 

He  comes,  with  blessings  from  above, 

And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen,  arrayed  in  purest  gold ; 

The  world  admires  her  heavenly  dress, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  Oh  !  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 

To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies ;  < 

And  all  thy  sons,  a  numerous  train, 

Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

4  Let  endless  honors  crown  his  head ; 

Let  every  age  his  praises  spread  ; 

Wnile  we,  with  cheerful  songs,  approve  ^ 
The  condescensions  of  his  love. 

c.  M. 

Christ  and  his  glorious  Reign. 

1  I  ’LL  speak  the  honors  of  my  King, — 

His  form  divinely  fair ; 

None  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heavenly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed  ; 

Thy  God,  with  blessings  infinite. 

Hath  crowned  thy  sacred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince ! 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 

Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God  !  for  ever  stands ; 

Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands. 

To  rule  the  saints  by  love. 

5  Justice  and  truth  attend  thee  still. 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice ; 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  fill 
With  most  peculiar  joys. 


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S.  M. 

The.  Glory  of  Christ. 


1  MY  Saviour  and  my  King  ! 

Thy  beauties  are  divine; 

Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 


2  Now  make  thy  glory  known ; 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword, 

And  ride,  in  majesty,  to  spread 
The  conquests  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  stubborn  foes. 

Or  melt  their  hearts  P  obey ; 

While  justice,  meekness,  grace,  and  truth, 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God  !  are  right ; 

Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand. 

And  thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A  sceptre  in  thy  hand. 


H.  M. 

Christ,  the  triumphant  King. 


1  GIRD  on  thy  conquering  sword. 
Ascend  thy  shining  car ; 

And  march.  Almighty  Lord ! 

To  wage  thy  holy  war : 

Before  his  wheels. 

In  glad  surprise. 

Ye  vallies !  rise. 

And  sink,  ye  hills  I 


2  Before  thine  awful  face 

Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 

The  captives  of  thy  grace, — 

That  grace  which  conquers  all : 
The  world  shall  know. 

Great  King  of  kings  ! 

What  wondrous  things 
Thine  arm  can  do. 


3  Here  to  my  waiting  soul. 

Bend  thy  triumphant  way  ; 
Here  every  fear  control. 

And  all  thy  power  display ; 


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My  heart,  thy  throne, 
Blest  Jesus  !  see. 
Submits  to  thee, — 
To  thee  alone. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

Church's  Safety  amidst  Desolations. 


1  GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints. 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints. 

Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled, 

Down  to  the  deep  and  buried  there ; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  ; — 

Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 

And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

4  That  sacred  stream,— thy  holy  word, — 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls : 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford. 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

5  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch’s  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour  ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move. 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
God  reigns  in  Zion. 


1  LET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice. 

Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, — 

The  nations  melt, — the  tumult  dies. 


2  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  shores, 

He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars. 

He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace.  • 

3  “Be  still — and  learn  that  I  am  God  ; 

I’ll  be  exalted  o’er  the  lands ; 

I  will  be  known  and  feared  abroad, 

But  still  my  throne  in  Zion  stands.” 

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4  O  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King ! 

While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 


THIRD  PART,  L.  M. 

The  Refuge  aiid  Defence  of  the  Saints. 


1  GOD  is  our  refuge  and  defence. 

In  trouble  our  unfailing  aid  ; 

Secure  in  his  omnipotence. 

What  foe  can  make  our  souls  afraid  1 


2  Yea,  though  the  earth’s  foundations  rock. 

And  mountains  down  the  gulf  be  hurled, 
His  people  smile  amid  the  shock ; 

They  look  beyond  this  transient  world. 

3  There  is  a  river  pure  and  bright. 

Whose  streams  make  glad  the  heavenly 
Where,  in  eternity  of  light,  [plains, 

The  city  of  our  God  remains. 

4  Built  by  the  word  of  his  command. 

With  his  unclouded  presence  blest. 

Firm  as  his  throne  the  bulwarks  stand ; 

There  is  our  home,  our  hope,  our  rest. 

5  Thither  let  fervent  faith  aspire  ; 

Our  treasure  and  our  heart  be  there ; 

Oh  !  for  a  seraph’s  wing  of  lire ! 

No  ; — for  the  mightier  wings  of  prayer. 

6  We  reach  at  once  that  last  retreat. 

And  ranged  among  the  ransomed  throng, 
Fall  with  the  elders  at  his  feet. 

Whose  name  alone  inspires  their  song. 


C.  M. 

God  an  unfailing  Refuge. 


1  GOD  is  our  refuge,  tried  and  proved. 
Amid  a  stormv  world  ; 

We  will  not  fear  though  earth  be  moved, 
And  hills  in  ocean  hurled. 


2  The  waves  may  roar,  the  mountains  shake, 
Our  comforts  shall  not  cease  ; 

The  Lord  his  saints  will  not  forsake  ; 

The  Lord  will  give  us  peace. 


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3  A  gentle  stream  of  hope  and  love  . 

To  us  shall  ever  flow  ; 

It  issues  from  his  throne  above  ; 

It  cheers  his  church  below. 

4  When  earth  and  hell  against,  us  came, 

He  spake  and  quelled  their  powers : 
The  Lord  of  hosts  is  still  the  same ; 
The  God  of  grace  is  ours. 


‘  7s  and  6s.  Irregular. 

The  River  and  the  City  of  God. 


1  FROM  the  throne  of  God  there  springs 
A  pure,  a  crystal  stream ; 

Life  and  peace  and  joy  it  brings 
To  his  Jerusalem : 

Rivers  of  refreshing  grace 
Through  the  sacred  city  flow. 
Watering  all  the  hallowed  place, 
Where  God  resides  below. 


2  God,  most  merciful,  most  high. 
Doth  in  his  Zion  dwell : 

Kept  by  him,  her  towers  defy 
The  strength  of  earth  and  hell : 
Guardian  of  the  chosen  race, 
Jesus  doth  his  church  defend  ; 
Saves  them  by  his  kindly  grace. 
And  saves  them  to  the  end. 


L.  M. 

Praise  to  Christ.,  the  King. 


1  JESUS,  the  Lord,  ascends  on  high ; 

He  reigns  in  glory  o’er  the  sky  : 

Let  all  the  earth  its  offerings  bring. 

Exalt  his  name,  proclaim  him  King. 

2  Wide,  through  the  world,  he  spreads  his  sway 
And  bids  the  heathen  lands  obey ; 

His  church,  with  willing  offerings,  greet. 

And  bend  submissive  at  her  feet. 


3  His  reign  the  heathen  lands  shall  own  ; 
His  holiness  secures  his  throne  ; 

And  earthly  princes  gather  round. 
Where  Christ,  the  mighty  God,  is  found. 

4  Princes  by  him  their  power  extend. 
Earth’s  mightiest  kings  to  Jesus  bend ; 


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He  bids  them  rule,  he  bids  them  die,— 
Himself  o’er  all  exalted  high. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

The  Ascension  and  Reign  of  Christ. 


1  OH  !  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sovereign  King ; 

Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 


2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high  ; 
His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky. 
With  trumpets’  joyful  sound. 


3  While  angels' shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  sing ; — 

O’er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound ; 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song ; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne : — 

He  loved  that  chosen  race  ; 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own ; 

The  heathen  taste  his  grace. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Christ,  the  King. 


1  EXTOL  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high, 

King  over  all  the  earth  ; 

Exalt  his  triumph  to  the  sky. 

In  songs  of  sacred  mirth. 

2  God  is  gone  up  with  loud  acclaim. 

And  trumpets’  tuneful  voice  ; 

Sing  praise,  sing  praises  to  his  name. 
Sing  praises,  and  rejoice. 


3  Sing  praises  to  our  God  :  sing  praise 
To  every  creature’s  King  : 

His  wondrous  works,  his  glorious  ways, 
All  tongues  !  all  kindred  !  sing. 


4  God  sits  upon  his  holy  throne, 
God  o’er  the  heathen  reigns ; 


PSALMS. 


His  truth  through  all  the  world  is  known, 
That  truth  his  throne  sustains. 

5  Princes  around  his  footstool  throng, 
Kings  in  the  dust  adore  ; 

Earth  and  her  shields  to  God  belong  ; — 
Sing  praises  evermore. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 
Christ  triumphant. 


1  ARISE,  ye  people  !  and  adore, — 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  ; 

Let  alt  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  th’  almighty  Lord. 

2  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 

Th’  ascending  God  proclaim ; 

Th’  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound. 
And  shake  creation’s  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o’erthrown 

In  that  triumphant  hour  ; 

And  God  exalts  his  conquering  Son 
To  his  right  hand  of  power. 

4  Oh  !  shout,  ye  people  !  and  adore, — 

Exulting  strike  the  chord : 

Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  th’  almighty  Lord. 


FIRST  PART,  S.  M. 
Safety  of  the  Church. 


1  GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 

He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  In  Zion  God  is  known, — 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 

How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone, 
Through  all  her  palaces  ! 

3  When  kings  against  her  joined. 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there  ; 

In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told. 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen. 


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How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 

We  ’ll  to  his  house  repair ; 

We  ’ll  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

O  SECOND  PART.  S.  M. 

Gospel-Worship  and  Order. 

1  FAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  saints,  O  Lord  !  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 

On  Zion’s  chosen  hill. 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand. 

And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground. 
And  mark  the  building  well ; — 

4  The  order  of  thy  house. 

The  worship  of  thy  court. 

The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows. 
And  make  a  fair  report. 


5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  sky. 


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T*he  Beauty  and  Strength  of  Zion. 


1  OH  !  great  is  Jehovah,  and  great  be  his  praise. 

In  the  city  of  God  he  is  King  ; 

Proclaim  ye  his  triumphs  in  jubilant  lays  ; 

On  the  mount  of  his  holiness  sing. 

2  The  joy  of  the  earth,  from  her  beautiful  height, 

Is  Zion’s  impregnable  hill ; 


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The  Lord  in  her  temple  still  taketli  delight, 
God  reigns  in  her  palaces  still. 

3  Let  the  daughters  of  Judah  be  glad  for  thy  love, 

The  mountain  of  Zion  rejoice  ; 

For  thou  wilt  establish  her  seat  from  above, 
Wilt  make  her  the  throne  of  thy  choice. 

4  Go,  walk  about  Zion,  and  measure  the  length, 

Her  walks  and  her  bulwarks,  mark  well ; 
Contemplate  her  palaces,  glorious  in  strength. 
Her  towers  and  her  pinnacles  tell. 

5  Then  say  to  your  children — “  Our  refuge  is  tried. 

This  God  is  our  God  to  the  end  ; 

His  people  for  ever  his  counsels  shall  guide. 
His  arm  shall  for  ever  defend. 


c.  M. 

Death  and  the  Resurrection. 


1  YE  sons  of  pride  !  that  hate  the  just. 

And  trample  on  the  poor. 

When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dust, 
Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene ; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ] 

When  shall  the  just  revive  and  reign 
O’er  all  that  scorned  them  here! 


3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive. 

Called  from  the  world  away, 

And  break  the  prison  of  the  grave. 
To  raise  my  mouldering  clay. 

4  Heaven  is  my  everlasting  home ; 

Th’  inheritance  is  sure  ; 

Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume. 
But  I  ’ll  repine  no  more. 


c.  M. 

The  last  Judgment. 


1  THE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 

Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh ; 

The  nations  near  the  rising  sun. 

And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say,— 

“Judgment  will  ne’er  begin;” 

No  more  abuse  his  long  delay. 

To  impudence  and  sin. 


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3  Throned  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come ; 

Bright,  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come,  « 

And  earth  and  hell  shall  know,  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

5  “  But  gather  all  my  saints,’^  he  cries, 

“  Who  made  their  peace  with  God, 

By  the  Redeemer’s  sacrifice. 

And  sealed  it  with  his  blood. 


6  “  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 
Shall  make  the  world  confess. 

My  sentence  of  reward  is  right ; 

And  heaven  adore  my  grace.” 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
God,  the  final  Judge. 


1  LO  !  the  mighty  God  appearing. 
From  on  high  Jehovah  speaks  ! 
Eastern  lands  the  summons  hearing, 
O’er  the  west  his  thunder  breaks  : 
Earth  beholds  him  : 

Universal  nature  shakes. 


2  Zion,  all  its  light  unfolding, 

God  in  glory  shall  display : 

Lo  1  he  comes,  — nor  silence  holding, 

Fire  and  clouds  prepare  his  way . 
Tempests  round  him 

Hasten  on  the  dreadful  day. 

3  To  the  heavens  his  voice  ascending. 

To  the  earth  beneath  he  cries  : — 

Souls  immortal  now  descending. 

Let  the  sleeping  dust  arise ! 

Rise  to  judgment ; 

Let  my  throne  adorn  the  skies. 

4  “  Gather  first  my  saints  around  me, 

Those  who  to  my  covenant  stood ; 
Those  who  humblv  sought  and  found  me, 
Through  the  dying  Saviour’s  blood ; 
Blest  Redeemer ! 

Dearest  sacrifice  to  God  I” 


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Now  the  heavens  on  high  adore  him, 

And  his  righteousness  declare  : 

Sinners  perish  from  before  him, 

But  hfs  saints  his  mercies  share : 

Just  his  judgme’^^ ! 

I  God,  himself  Lac  judge,  is  there. 

FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

•  A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord  !  forgive ; 

Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  1 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee.] 

Oh  !  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies. 

And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess. 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 

Lord  !  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 

I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord  ! 

Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

•  The  Backslider's  Supplication. 

O  THOU,  that  hearest  when  sinners  cry  I 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look. 

But  blot  their  mem’ry  from  thy  book. 

Create  my  nature  pure  within. 

And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne’er  depart. 

Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

I  cannot  live  without  thy  light. 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight : 

Thy  holy  joys,  my  God  !  restore. 

And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

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Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord ! 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

THIRD  PART,  L.  M. 

•  Returning  to  God. 

A  BROKEN  heart,  my  God  !  my  King  I 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  v/ill  ne’er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 

And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace , 

I  ’ll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour’s  blood. 

And  they  shall  praise  the  pard’ning  God. 

Oh  !  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ; 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song  ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness 

FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Sin  confessed  and  Pardorttd., 

LORD  !  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress, 
And  guilt,  before  thine  eyes ; 

Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace, 

How  high  my  crimes  arise* ! 

Cleanse  me,  O  Lord  !  and  cheer  my  soul 
With  thy  forgiving  love ; 

Oh  !  make  my  broken  spirit  whole, 

And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart. 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face ; 

Create  anew  mv  vicious  heart, 

And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known, 
Before  the  sons  of  men  ; 

Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne. 

And  turn  to  God  again. 


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SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Repentance  and  Faiih  in  Christ. 

1  O  GOD  of  mercy  !  hear  my  call, 

My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 

Break  down  this  separating  wall, 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace  ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

No  lilood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e’er  atone  : 

The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul,  oppressed  with  sin’s  desert, 

My  God  will  ne’er  despise  ; 

An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 

Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

•  7Vie  Backslider  restored. 

1  OH  !  speak  that  gracious  word  again, 

And  cheer  my  broken  heart ; 

No  voice  but  thine  can  soothe  my  pain. 
Or  bid  my  fears  depart. 

2  And  canst  thou  still  vouchsafe  to  own 

A  wretch  so  vile  as  I  ] 

And  may  I  still  approach  thy  throne. 
And — “  Abba,  Father  !” — cry  ] 

3  Oh  !  then,  let  saints  and  angels  join, 

And  help  me  to  proclaim 
The  grace  that  healed  this  heart  of  mine, 
And  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

4  My  Saviour,  by  his  powerful  word. 

Has  turned  my  night  to  day. 

And  his  salvation’s  joy  restored, 

Which  I  had  sinned  away. 

5  Dear  Lord  !  I  wonder  and  adore  ; 

Thy  grace  is  all  divine ; 

Oh  !  keep  me  that  I  sin  no  more 
Against  such  love  as^thine. 


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S  M. 

<  /  X  •  The  acceptable  Sacrifice. 

1  NO  offering  God  requires, 

Nor  victims  please  his  eye ; 

Else  should  his  altars  blaze  with  fires, 

And  flocks  and  herds  should  die. 

2  The  humble,  contrite  breast. 

The  spirit’s  broken  sighs. 

Are  gifts  on  which  his  love  can  rest, 

Nor  will  the  Lord  despise. 

3  Thv  mercies  from  above. 

To  Zion,  Lord  !  extend  ; 

Built  by  thy  power,  and  watched  by  love, 
Now  let  her  walls  ascend. 

4  Well  pleased,  thou  then  shaft  see 

Her  prayers  and  praise  arise  ; 

Presented  at  the  throne  to  thee. 

Through  Christ,  our  sacrifice. 

C.  M. 

The  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

1  WHY  should  the  mighty  make  their  boast 
And  heavenly  grace  despise  1 

In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trust. 

And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  Our  God  in  vengeance  shall  destroy. 

And  drive  them  from  his  face ; 

No  more  shall  they  his  church  annoy, 

Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultured  olive-grove. 

Dressed  in  immortal  green. 

Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 

Amid  thy  courts  are  seen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord  ! 

Thy  saints  shall  rest  secure. 

And  all  who  trust  thy  holy  word. 

Shall  find  salvation  sure. 

c.  M. 

The  Foes  of  Zion. 

1  ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 

Who  thus  devour  her  saints  1 


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Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ]  , 

2  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 

Of  armies  in  ^array  ; 

When  God  has  first  despised  their  host, 

They  fall  an  easy  prey. 

3  Oh  !  for  a  word  from  Zion’s  King, 

Her  captives  to  restore  : 

Jacob  with  all  his  tribes  shall  sing, 

And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

s.  p.  M. 

•  Prayer  for  Deliverance  from  Enemies. 

]  MY  God  !  preserve  my  soul ; 

Oh  !  make  my  spirit  whole  ; 

'  To  save  me,  let  thy  strength  appear ; 
Strangers  my  path  surround  ; 

Their  pride  and  rage  confound  ; 

And  bring  thy  great  salvation  near. 

2  Those  who  against  me  rise 
Are  aliens  from  the  skies ; 

They  hate  thy  church  and  kingdom,  Lord! 
They  mock  thy  fearful  name ; 

They  glory  in  their  shame ; 

Nor  heed  the  wonders  of  thy  word. 

3  But,  O  thou  King  divine ! 

My  chosen  friends  are  thine ; 

The  men  that  still  my  soul  sustain : 

Wilt  thou  my  foes  subdue  ; 

Create  their  hearts  anew. 

And  snatch  them  from  etemal  pain  1 

4  Escaped  from  every  wo. 

Oh  !  grant  me,  here  below. 

To  praise  thy  name  with  those  I  love ; 

And  when,  beyond  the  skies. 

Our  souls  unbodied  rise. 

Unite  us  in  the  realms  above. 

c.  M. 

God.  our  Refuge. 

1  O  GOD,  my  refuge  !  bear  my  cries. 

Behold  my  flowing  tears  ; 

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For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 

And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Oh  !  were  I  like  a  feathered  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings, 

I ’d  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

3  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home. 

Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow. 
Temptations  never  come. 

4  By  morning-light  I  ’ll  seek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry  ; 

The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

5  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid ; 

Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

6  I  caoC  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, — 

The  Lord  sustains  thena  all ; 

Mv  courage  rests  upon  his  word, — 
That  saints  shall  never  fall. 

S.  M. 

)  O  •  Daily  Devotion. 

1  LET  sinners  take  their  course. 

And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 

But  in  the  worship  of  my  God, 

I  ’ll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne. 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 

I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon. 

And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 

While  sinners  perish  in  surprise. 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  thev  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 


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5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord; 

I  ’ll  cast  my  burden  on  his  arm, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  : 

The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

7s.  ' 

•  Encouragement  for  the  Weak. 

1  CAST  thy- burden  on  the  Lord, 

Only  lean  upon  his  word ; 

Thou  wilt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  unchanging  faithfulness. 

2  He  sustains  thee  by  his  hand. 

He  enables  thee  to  stand  ; 

Those,  whom  Jesus  once  hath  loved, 
From  his  grace  are  never  moved. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  may  pass  away, 

God’s  free  grace  shall  not  decay  ; 

He  hath  promised  to  fulfill 

All  the  pleasure  of  his  will. 

4  Jesus  !  guardian  of  thy  flock, 

Be  thyself  our  constant  rock  : 

Make  us  by  thy  powerful  hand. 

Firm  as  Zion’s  mountain  stand. 

c.  M. 

Trusting  God  in  the  midst  of  Enemies, 

1  O  THOU  !  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 

And  makes  th’  oppressor  cease. 

Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace  ! 

2  In  God,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  reposed  my  trust ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  flesh  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

3  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me.  Lord ! 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise  ; 

I  ’ll  sing, — “How  faithful  is  thy  word! 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways  I” 


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4  Thou  hast  secured  rny  soul  from  death, 
Oh  !  set  thy  servant  free. 

That  heart  and  hand  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employed  for  thee. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
t)  i  9  Praise  for  Protection,  Grace  and  Truth. 

1  MY  God !  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 

Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 

Till  the  dark  cloud  be  over-blown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform ; 

He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threatening  storm. 

3  My  heart  is  fixed :  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 

Awake,  my  tongue  !  to  sound  his  praise,— 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

4  High  o’er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 

When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

5  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God ! 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 


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SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Praise  to  the  eternal  King. 


1  ETERNAL  God,  celestial  King ! 

Exalted  be  thy  glorious  name ; 

Let  hosts  in  heaven  thy  praises  sing, 

And  saints  on  earth  thy  love  proclaim. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God  !  • 

I  rest  mv  hope  on  thee  alone  ; 

I  ’ll  spread  thy  sacred  truths  abroad. 

To  all  mankind  thy  love  make  known. 

Awake,  my  tongue  !  awake,  my  lyre  ! 

With  morning’s  earliest  dawn  arise  ; 
To  son  gs  of  joy  my  soul  inspire. 

And  swell  your  music  to  the  skies. 


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4  With  those,  who  in  thy  grace  abound, 

To  thee  I  ’ll  raise  my  thankful  voice ; 

While  every  land,  the  earth  around, 

Shall  hear,  and  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

L.  M.  P. 

"Warning  to  Magistrates. 

1  JUDGES  !  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 

Will  ye  despise  the  righteous  cause. 

When  one  oppressed  before  you  stands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 

And  let  rich  sinners  ’scape  secure. 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  hands ! 

2  Have  ye  forgot  or  never  knew. 

That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  1 

High  in  the  heavens  his  justice  reigns  : 

Yet  ye  invade  the  rights  of  God, 

And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad. 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 

3  When  once  he  thunders  from  the  sky, 

Your  grandeur  melts,  your  titles  die, 

Your  power  is  crumbled  to  the  dust : 

As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rise, 

Before  the  sweeping  tempest  flies. 

Your  hopes  shall  be  for  ever  lost. 

4  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  saints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  shall  join  and  say, — 

“  Sure  there ’s  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 

A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry. 

And  will  their  sufferings  well  repay.” 

s.  p.  M. 

Miserable  End  of  the  Wicked. 

1  WHEN  God  in  wrath  shall  come  ' 

To  tell  the  sinner’s  doom, 

"  What  anguish  shall  the  wicked  tear  ! 

The  men  that  slight  his  name. 

That  boast  of  sin  and  shame, 

No  more  shall  ask— “  What  God  can  hear  1” 

2  Thou  hearest,  omniscient  Lord  ! 

Each  curse  and  idle  word 

Of  men  who  scoff  with  lips  profane ; 


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And  when  the  hand  of  death 
Shall  stop  their  impious  breath, 

Their  souls  shall  seek  for  peace  in  vain.  ^ 

3  Oh  !  how  will  sinners  need 
An  advocate  to  plead, 

Accepted  at  thine  awful  throne  ! 

How,  in  that  solemn  hour, 

Would  faith’s  transcendent  power 
Outweigh  ail  things  beneath  the  sun  ! 

4  Yet  save  their  souls,  O  Lord  ! 

Subdue  them  by  thy  word. 

Though  all  their  powers  oppose  thy  reign , 
Now  may  thy  foes  submit. 

And  bow  beneath  thy  feet. 

Nor  let  them  read  thy  wrath  in  vain, 

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Judgments  deprecated. 

1  WHY,  O  God  !  thy  people  spurn  1  '  ■ 

Why  permit  thy  wrath  to  burn  I 

God  of  mercy  !  turn  once  more. 

All  our  broken  hearts  restore. 

2  Thou  hast  made  our  land  to  quake,— 

Heal  the  breaches  thou  dost  make ; 

Bitter  is  the  cup  we  drink, — 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  sink. 

3  Be  thy  banner  now  unfurled. 

Show  thy  truth  to  all  the  world ; 

Save  us.  Lord  !  we  cry  to  thee. 

Lift  thine  arm— thy  chosen  free. 

4  Give  us  now  relief  frorn  pain, — 

Human  aid  is  all  in  vain  : 

We,  through  God,  shall  yet  prevail. 

He  will  help,  when  foes  assail. 

c.  M. 

Godi  a  Refuge  in  Trouble. 

1  HAIL  !  gracious  source  of  every  good 
Our  Saviour  and  defence  ! 

Thou  art  our  glory,  and  our  shield, 

Our  help  and  confidence. 


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2  When  anxious  fears  disturb  the  breast, 

When  threatening  foes  are  nigh. 

To  thee  we  pour  our  deep  complaint. 

To  thee  for  succor  fly. 

3  Jesus  !  our  Lord,  our  only  hope. 

Before  thy  throne  we  bow  ; 

Thou  ait  our  strength,  and  thou  the  rock 
Whence  living  waters  flow. 

S.  M. 

Safety  in  God. 

1  WHEN  overwhelmed  with  grief 

My  heart  within  me  dies  ;  ^ 

Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief. 

To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh  !  lead  me  to  the  rock. 

That ’s  high  above  my  head  ; 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence.  Lord  ! 

For  ever  I  ’ll  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 

The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 

If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 

I  shall  possess  the  same. 

L.  M. 

God  alone  worthy  of  Confidence. 

1  MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 

My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 

In' all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits. 

My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints  !  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  j 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 

God  is  our  all-suflicient  aid. 

3  False  are  the  men  of  high- degree. 

The  baser  sort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  pulf  of  empty  air. 


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4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust. 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glittering  dust ; 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  spoke  1 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, — 
“  All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

He  must  be  feared  and  trusted  too.” 

6  For  sovereign  power  reigns  not  alone  ; 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 

Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord  ! 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Adoption. 


1  GREAT  God  1  indulge  my  humble  clainrs. 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 

The  glories,  that  compose  thy  name. 

Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise  I 

Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine,  by  sacred  ties, — 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  early  feet  I  love  V  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face ; 

Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 


4  I  ’ll  lift  my  hands,  1  ’ll  raise  my  voice. 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Seeking  God. 


1  O  GOD  !  thou  art  my  God  alone  ; 

Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry  ; — 

A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty  land  whose  springs  are  dry. 


2  Oh  !  that  it  were  as  it  hath  been. 

When,  praying  in  the  holy  place. 

Thy  power  and  glory  I  have  seen. 

And  marked  the  footsteps  of  thy  grace. 


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3  Yet,  through  this  rough  and  thorny  naaze, 

I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God  ! 

Thy  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways,  , 

I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 

4  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night. 

When  I  remember  on  my  bed. 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light , 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

5  Better  than  life  itself  thy  love  ; 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me  ; 

For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above. 

Or  what  on  earth  compared  with  thee  1 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

The  Mf/rning  of  the  Lord's  Day. 


1  Ex\RLY,  my  God  !  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away. 

Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 

Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I ’ve  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 

My  God  !  repeat  that  heavenly  hour,  * 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys. 

Can  my  best  passions  move ; 

'  Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 

As  thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I  ’ll  bless  my  God  and  Ring  ; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
iVnd  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 


Meditations  by  Night. 


I  ’T  WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
I  thought  upon  thy  power; 

I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  sight, 

Amid  the  darkest  hour. 


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2  My  flesh  lay  resting  on  my  bed, 

My  soul  arose  on  high  ; 

“  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,”  I  said, 
“  Bring  thy  salvation  nigh.” 

3  My  spirit  labors  up  thy  hill. 

And  climbs  the  heavenly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still. 
While  I  pursue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o’er  my  head 

The  shadow  of  thy  wings ; 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid  ; 

My  tongue  awakes  and  sings. 


s.  M 

Rejoicing  in  God. 


1  MY  God  !  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travellers,  in  desert  lands, 

Can  pant  for  water  more, 

3  For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford ; 

No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, — 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

4  In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

5  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help. 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

6  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps. 


L.  M. 

Protection  against  Enemies. 


1  GREAT  God  !  attend  to  my  complaint. 
Nor  let  my  drooping  spirit  faint ; 


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PSALMS. 


When  foes  in  secret  spread  the  snare, 
Let  my  salvation  be  thy  care.  ^ 


2  Thy  justice  and  thy  power  display, 

And  scatter  far  thy  foes  away ; 

While  listening  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  saints  triumphant  bless  the  Lord. 


3  Then  shall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice ; 

By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Public  Prayer  artd  Praise. 


1  THE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee. 

My  God  !  and  praise  becomes  thy  house ; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 

A.nd  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  Thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 

To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray  I 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes. 

And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choose, 

And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee ; 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  house, 

To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 

4  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfills 

What  his  afflicted  saints  request ; 

And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  rest. 

5  Then  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion’s  hill,  and  own  their  Lord; 

The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 

Shall  see  the  Saviour’s  name  adored. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  Seasons  of  the  Year. 


1  ON  God  the  race  of  man  depends. 
Far  as  the  earth’s  remotest  ends ; 

At  his  command  the  morning-ray 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads  the  day 

2  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice, 


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To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 

3  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  held, 

Abundant  food  the  vallies  yield  ; 

The  vallies  shout  with  cheerful  voice. 

And  neighb’ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

4  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine, 
O’er  every  field  thy  glories  shine  ; 

Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 


Worship  of  God  in  his  Temple. 


1  PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord  !  for  thee ; 

There  shall  our  vows  be  paid ; 

Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray ; 

All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

2  O  Lord  !  our  guilt  and  fears  prevail, 

But  pard’ning  grace  is  thine  ; 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  skill 
To  conquer  every  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men,  whom  thou  wilt  choose 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face ; 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house, 

To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answering  what  thy  church  requests, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  shine  ; 

And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfill  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wondering  nations  see, 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just ; 

The  distant  isles  shall  fly  to  thee. 

And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

A  Psalm  for  the  Husbandman. 


1  GOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King, 

Who  makes  the  earth  his  care. 

Visits  the  pastures  every  spring, 

And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  raised  on  high, 

Pour  out,  at  his  command. 


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Their  watery  blessings  from  the  sky, 

To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  softened  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring, 

The  vallies  rich  provision  yield, 

And  cheerful  lab’rers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills,  on  every  side. 

Rejoice  at  falling  showers  ; 

The  meadows,  dressed  in  ail  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 


5  The  barren  clods,  refreshed  with  rain. 

Promise  a  joyful  crop  ; 

The  parching  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raise  the  reaper’s  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns ; 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 

The  bleating  flocks  spread  o’er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

Goodness  of  God  in  the  Seasons.  ' 


1  ’T  IS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
God  of  eternal  power  ! 

The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command. 

And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 


2  Thy  morning-light  and  evening-shade 

Successive  comforts  bring ; 

Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad. 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours. 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine ; 

When  clouds  distill  in  fruitful  showers. 
The  author  is  divine. 


4  Those  wandering  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around. 

With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill. 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 

Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still. 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

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PSALMS. 

7s. 

Praise  to  God  in  Zion. 

1  PRAISE  on  thee,  in  Zion’s  gates, 

Daily,  O  Jehovah  !  waits  : 

Unto  thee,  who  hearest  prayer, 

Shall  the  tribes  of  men  repair. 

2  Though  with  conscious  guilt  oppressed, 
On  thy  mercy  still  we  rest : 

Thy  forgiving  love  display ! 

Take,  O  Lord  !  our  sins  away. 

3  Oh  !  how  blessed  their  reward. 

Chosen  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Who  within  thy  courts  abide, 

With  thy  goodness  satisfied. 

4  But  how  dire  thy  judgments  fell, — 
Saviour  of  thine  Israel ! 

When  thy  people’s  cry  arose, — 

On  their  proud  and  impious  foes ! 

5  By  thy  boundless  might  set  fast. 

Rise  the  mountains  firm  and  vast : 

Thou  canst  with  a  word  assuage 
Ocean’s  wild  and  deafening  rage. 

6  When  thy  signs  in  heaven  appear, 

Earth’s  remotest  regions  fear; 

And  the  bounties  of  thy  hand 

Fill  with  gladness  every  land. 

L.  M.  ■ 

Praises  to  Christ,  the  Saviour. 

1  JESUS  demands  the  voice  of  joy, — 

Loud  through  the  land  let  triumph  ring; 
His  honors  should'^your  songs  employ, — 
Let  grateful  praises  hail  the  King. 

2  Shout  to  the  Lord — adoring  own. 

Thy  works  thy  wondrous  might  disclose, 
Thine  arm  victorious  power  has  shown  ; 
Thus  did  thy  cross  confound  thy  foes. 

3  Low,  at  that  cross,  the  world  shall  bow. 

All  nations  shall  its  blessings  prove ; 
While  grateful  strains  in  concert  flow. 

To  sing  thy  power,  and  praise  thy  love. 


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4  Oh  !  bless  our  God,  ye  nations  round  ! 
People  and  lands  !  rehearse  his  name  ; 
Let  shouts  of  joy  through  earth  resound, 
Let  every  tongue  his  praise  proclaim. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
The  God  of  Providence. 


1  SING,  all  ye  nations  !  to  the  Lord, 

Sing  with  a  joyful  noise  ; 

With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Power  that  shakes  the  sky, — 

“  Ho  V  terrible  art  thou  ! 

Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly,  . 

Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow.” 

3  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry. 

While  Israel  passed  the  flood  ; 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy. 
And  triumph  in  their  God. 


4  Through  watery  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 
We  march  at  thy  command, 

Led  to  possess  the’^promised  place. 

By  thine  unerring  hand. 


5  Oh  !  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease ; 
Ye  saints  !  fulfill  his  praise  : 

He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

^  O  •  Praise  to  God  for  hearing  Prayer. 

1  NOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 

To  lhat  almighty  Power, 

Who  heard  the  long  requests  I  made. 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 

Come,  ye  who  fear  my  God  1  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 


3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 
I  sought  his  heavenly  aid  ; 

He  saved  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
And  death’s  eternal  shade. 


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4  If  sin  lay  covered  in  my  heart, 

While  prayer  employed  my  tongue, 

The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard. 

Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 

5  But  God — his  name  be  ever  blessed— 

Has  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

Nor  turned  from  him  my  poor  request. 

Nor  turned  his  heart  from  me. 

J  THIRD  PART,  C,  M. 

*  ^  •  Praises  to  God. 

1  LIFT  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise. 

Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired ; 

Loud  and  more  loud  the  anthem  raise, 

With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise. 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought. 

Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies. 

With  benefits  unsought. 

3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise. 

From  whom  salvation  flows, 

Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise. 

For  hope’s  transporting  ray. 

Which  lights  through  darkest  shades  of  death, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

c.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  Enlargement  of  the  Church. 

1  SHINE  on  our  land,  Jehovah  !  shine. 

With  beams  of  heavenly  grace  ; 

Reveal  thy  power  through  all  our  courts, 

And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad. 

And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  1 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands ! 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice  ; 

Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 

And  every  heart  rejoice. 


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4  Earth  shall  obey  her  Maker’s  will, 

And  yield  a  full  increase  ; 

Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land. 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 

5  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favors  here. 

While  the  creation’s  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,‘  and  fear. 


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The  Conquest  of  all  Nations. 


1  TO  bless  thy  chosen  race. 

In  mercy.  Lord  !  incline  ; 

And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shine  ; — 


2  That  so  thy  wondrous  Wciy 

May  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
While  distant  lands  their  homage  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 


3  Oh  !  let  them  shout  and  sing. 

Dissolved  in  pious  mirth ; 

For  thou,  the  righteous  judge  and  king, 
Shalt  govern  alLthe  earth. 

4  Let  differing  nations  join 

To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 

Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord  !  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 


7s. 

Praise  from  all  Nations. 


1  GOD  of  mercy,  God  of  grace  ! 
Show  the  brightness  of  thy  face; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour  !  shine; 
Fill  thy  church  with  light  divine; 
And  thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth’s  remotest  end. 


2  Let  the  people  praise  thee.  Lord  ! 
Be  by  all  that  live  adored ; 

Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing, 
Glory  to  their  Saviour-King; 

At  thy  feet  their  tribute  pay. 

And  thy  holy  will  obey. 


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3  Let  the  people  praise  thee,  Lord  ! 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits'afFord ; 
God  to  man  his  blessing  give  ; 
Man  to  God  devoted  live  ; 

All  below  and  all  above, 

One  in  joy,  in  light,  in  love. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
The  majesty  of  God. 


1  KINGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations  !  in  your  song ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  rides,  and  thunders  through  the  sky, 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high  ; 

Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace  ! 

Ye  saints  !  rejoice*  before  his  face. 

3  He  breaks  the  captives’  heavy  chain, 

And  pris’ners  see  the  light  again ; 

But  rebels,  who  dispute  his  will. 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 

4  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blest ; 
He ’s  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Christ’s  Ascension. 


1  LORD  !  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky ; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai’s  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there ; 
While  he  pronounced  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell. 

That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made. 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

4  Raised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne. 

He  sent  the  promised  Spirit  down. 

With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel-men. 

That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 


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L.  M. 

•  'The  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

1  DEEP  in  our  hearts,  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul ! 

2  Yet,  gracious  God  !  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove ; 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  sins  that  we  had  done. 

3  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restored ; 

His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

4  Oh  !  for  his  sake,  our  guilt  forgive, 

And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live : 

The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name. 

Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

c.  M. 

•  Sufferings  of  Christ  for  Sinners. 

1  FATHER  !  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 

I  bless  my  Saviour’s  name ; 

He  brought  salvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  sinner’s  shame. 

2  His  deep  distress  hath  raised  us  high ; 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfilled  the  law,  which  mortals  broke. 
And  finished  all  thy  will. 

3  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God  ! 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates ; 

And  glory,  purchased  by  his  blood, 

For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 

4  Let  heaven,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high. 

To  God  their  voices  raise; 

While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky. 
And  join  t’  advance  his  praise. 

L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Christ’s  Presence. 

1  OH !  haste,  with  every  gift  inspired. 
With  glorv,  truth,  and  grace  attiro''" 


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Thou  star  of  heaven^s  eternal  morn  ! 
Thou  sun,  whom  beams  divine  adorn  1 


2  Assert  the  honor  of  thy  name, 

And  fill  thy  foes  with  fear  and  shame ; 
To  help  thy  chosen  sons  appear. 

And  shov/  thy  power  and  glory  here. 

3  Let  saints  be  glad  before  thy  face. 

And  grow  in  love,  and  truth,  and  grace ; 
Thy  church  shall  blossom  in  thy  sight, 
Yield  fruits  of  peace  and  pure  delight. 


4  Oh  !  hither,  then,  thy  footsteps  bend ; 
Swift  as  a  roe,  from  hills  descend ; 
Shine  like  the  Sabbath’s  cheerful  ray, 
Till  life  unfolds  eternal  day. 


7s. 

Prayer  in  Darkness. 


1  HASTEN,  Lord  !  to  my  release. 

Haste  to  help  me,  O  my  God ! 

Foes,  like  armed  bands,  increase ; 
Turn  them  back  the  way  they  trod. 

2  Dark  temptations  round  me  press, 

Evil  thoughts  my  soul  assail ; 
Doubts'  and  fears,  in  my  distress. 

Rise,  till  flesh  and  spirit  fail. 


3  Those  that  seek  thee  shall  rejoice  ; 
I  am  bound  with  misery ; 

Yet  I  make  thy  law  my  choice  ; 
Turn,  my  God  !  and  look  on  me. 


4  Thou  mine  only  helper  art. 

My  redeemer  from  the  grave. 
Strength  of  my  desiring  heart ; 
Do  not  tarrv,  haste  to  save. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

The  aged  S^aint’s  Reflection  and  Hope, 


1  MY  God  !  my  everlasting  hope  ! 

I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 

Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  Still  has  mv  life  new  wonders  seen, 

V  f 

Repeated  every  year ; 


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Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 

I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

3  Cast  me  not  oiF  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine. 
Whene’er  thy  servant  dies. 

4  Then  in  the  hist’ry  of  my  age. 

When  men  review  my  days, 

They  ’ll  read  thy  love  in  every  page, 

•  In  every  line — thy  praise. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Praise  to  the  Saviour. 


1  MY  Saviour!  my  almighty  friend! 
When  I  begin  thy  praise. 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, — 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  1 


2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  : 

And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 

I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 

And  march,  with  courage,  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father-God. 


4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 
For  some  surprising  sin, 

I  ’ll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness  ; 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 


5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict’ries  of  my  King ! 

My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell. 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers ! 

With  this  delightful  song, 

I  ’ll  entertain  the  darkest  hours. 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 


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THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Sustaining  Grace  implored. 

GOD  of  my  chilhood  and  my  youth ! 
The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

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I  have  declared  thy  heavenly  truth, 

And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart } 

Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years,  ' 

If  God,  my  strength,  depart  1 

3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age, 

And  leave  a  savor  of  thy  name, 

When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

Oh  !  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 

S.  M. 

Early  Instruction. 

1  THE  praises  of  my  tongue 

I  ofier  to  the  Lord, 

That  I  was  taught  and  learned  so  young. 

To  read  his  holy  word. 

2  Dear  Lord  !  this  book  of  thine 

Informs  me  where  to  go, 

For  grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin. 

And  make  me  holy  too. 

3  Oh  !  may  thy  Spirit  teach. 

And  make  my  heart  receive 
Those  truths  which  all  thy  servants  preach, 
And  all  thy  saints  believe. 

4  Then  shall  I  praise  the  Lord, 

In  a  more  cheerful  strain. 

That  1  was  taught  to  read  his  word, 

And  have  not  learned  in  vain. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ. 


1  GREAT  God !  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey ; 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son ; 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 


2  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown. 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down ; 


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His  grace,  on  fainting  souls,  distills 
Like  heavenly  dew,  on  thirsty  hills. 

3  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light ; 

And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

4  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days. 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Christ’s  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 


1  JESUS  shall  reign  where’er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning-sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love,  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where’er  he  reigns  ; 
The  pris’ner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest. 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 


5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again. 
And  earth  repeat  the  lo.ud  Amen. 

>  Y 7's  and  6s. 

•  The  Blessings  of  Christ's  Kingdom. 

1  HATL  to  the  Lord’s  anointed. 
Great  David’s  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed. 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 

He  comes  to  break  oppression. 

To  set  the  captive  free. 

To  take  away  transgression. 

And  rule  in  equity. 


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2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing. 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light. 

Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 

And  love,  and  joy,  like  flowers. 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 

Before  him  on  the  mountains. 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 

And  righteousness,  in  fountains. 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, — 

A  kingdom  without  end : 

The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
His  covenant  remove ; 

His  name  shall  stand  for  ever ; 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 

* 

72.  The,  Reign  of  Christ. 

1  HASTEN,  Lord  !  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah’s  sway  ; 
Every  nation,  every  clime. 

Shall  the  gospel-call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own. 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o’ei'thrown. 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  mort 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease. 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace. 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord : 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 

All  his  mighty  acts  record ; 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaioL 


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L.  M. 

Awful  Result  of  the  Sinner’s  Prosperity. 


1  LORD  !  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was 
To  mourn  and  murmur  and  repine  ; 
To  see  the  wicked,  placed  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honor,  shine ! 


I, 


2  But,  Oh  !  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  I 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  ; 

On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  tiery  billows  roll  below. 


3  Their  fancied  joys, — how  fast  they  flee ! 

Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  plagues. 

4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

-  Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood ; 
Lord  !  ’t  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

God,  our  Portion.,  here  and  hereafter. 


1  GOD  !  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  for  ever  near. 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up. 
When  sinking  in  despair. 


2  Thy  counsels.  Lord  !  shall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wilderness  : 

Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat. 

To  dwell  before  thy  face. 


3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

’T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life,  were  broke, 

'And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 

God  is  my  soul’s  eternal  rock. 

The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God  1 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 

My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


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PSALMS. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
The  End  of  the  Wicked. 


1  NOW  I ’m  convinced,  the  Lord  is  kind 
To  men  of  hearts  sincere  ; 

Yet  once  my  foolish  thoughts  repined, 
And  bordered  on  despair. 


2  I  grieved  to  see  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  spoke  with  angry  breath, —  ' 

“How  pleasant  and  profane  they  live  I 
How  peaceful  is  their  death  1” 

3  Yet,  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; — 

“  Sure  I  shall  thus  offend  thy  saints. 

And  grieve  the  men  I  love.’’ 

4  But  still  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard. 

The  conflict  too  severe. 

Till  I  retired  to  search  thy  word. 

And  learn  thy  secrets  there. 


5  There,  as  in  some  prophetic  glass, 

I  saw  the  sinner  sit. 

High  mounted  on  a  slippery  place. 
Beside  a  fiery  pit. 

6  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boast, 

Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 

His  honors  in  a  dream  were  lost. 
And  he  awoke  in  hell. 


s.  M. 

The  Mystery  of  Providence. 

1  SURE  there ’s  a  righteous  God, 

Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 

Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud. 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise. 

And  felt  my  heart  repine. 

While  haughty  fools,  with 'scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honor  shine. 

3  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  suspense. 

Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 


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4  Thy  word  with  light  and  power, 

Did  my  mistake  amend  ; 

I  viewed  the  sinners’  life  before, 

But  here  I  learned  their  end. 

5  On  what  a  slippery  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go  ! 

And  Oh  !  that  di’eadful  fiery  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  I 

6  Lord  !  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine ; 

I  call  my  God  my  portion  now. 

And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

c.  M. 

The  Church  in  Affliction. 

1  WILL  God  for  ever  cast  us  off  I 
His  wrath  for  ever  smoke 

Against  the  people  of  his  love, — 

His  little  chosen  flock  ] 

2  Think  of  the  tribes,  so  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer’s  blood  ; 

Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot. 

Where  once  thy  glory  stood. 

3  Oh  !  come  to  our  relief  in  haste  ; 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls ; 

See,  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waste 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  And  still,  to  heighten  our  distress, 

Thy  presence  is  withdrawn  ; 

Thy  wonted  signs  of  power  and  grace—- 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

5  No  prophet  speaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  silence  mourn  ; 

Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, — 

The  hour  of  thy  return. 

L.  M. 

•  Power  and  Government  f  rom  God. 

1  TO  thee,  most  Holy  and  most  High  ! 

To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praise ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, — 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 


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2  Let  haughty  sinners  sink  their  pride  ; 

Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  head ; 

But  lay  their  foolish  thoughts  aside, 

And  own  the  powers  that  God  hath  made. 

3  Such  honors  never  come  by  chance. 

Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow ; 

’T  is  God,  the  judge,  doth  one  advance ; 

’T  is  God  that  lays  another  low. 

4  Now  shall  the  Lord  exalt  the  just, 

And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud. 

And  lays  their  glory  in  the  dust, 

Our  lips  shall  sing  his  praise  aloud. 


c.  M. 

God's  Destruction  of  his  ancient  Foes. 


1  IN  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known ; 

His  name_  in  Israel  great ; 

In  Salem  stood  his  holy  throne, 

And  Zion  was  his  seat. 

2  Among  the  praises  of  his  saints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chose  ; 

There  he  received  their  just  complaints 
Against  their  haughty  foes. 


3  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob’s  God  ! 
What  haughty  monarchs  fell ; 
Who  knows  the  teri'ors  of  thy  rod  I 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 


4  What  power  can  stand  before  thy  sight. 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  1 
When  heaven  shines  round  with  dreadful  light. 
The  earth  lies  still  and  fears. 

5  When  God,  in  his  own  sovereign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  save  th’  oppressed. 

The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise. 

And  he  ’ll  restrain  the  rest. 


C.  M. 

Despondency  overcome. 


1  TO  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice, 
I  sought  his  gracious  ear ; 

In  the  sad  day  when  troubles  rose, 
And  tilled  my  heart  with  feax. 


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2  Will  he  for  ever  cast  me  ofFl 

His  promise  ever  fail  1 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love? 

Shall  anger  still  prevail  1 

3  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  dark,  despairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought , 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 

4  I  ’ll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o’er, — 

Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace. 

When  flesh  could  help  no  more. 

5  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne ; 

And  men  who  love  thy  word 
Have,  in  thy  sanctuary,  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 


7s  and  6s. 

Seeking  God  in  Affliction. 


1  IN  time  of  tribulation, 

Hear,  Lord  !  my  feeble  cries ; 
With  humble  supplication 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies ; 

My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking, 
Scarce  can  my  voice  complain ; 
Mine  eyes,  with  tears  kept  waking, 
Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. 


2  The  days  of  old,  in  vision. 

Bring  banished  bliss  to  view ; 

The  years  of  lost  fruition 
Their  joys  in  pangs  renew  ; 
Remembered  songs  of  gladness. 

Through  night’s  lone  silence  brought^ 
Strike  notes  of  deeper  sadness, 

And  stir  desponding  thoughts. 

3  Hath  God  cast  off  for  ever  1 

Can  time  his  truth  impair  1 
His  tender  mercy  never 
Shall  I  presume  to  share  1 
Hath  he  his  loving-kindness 
Shut  up  in  endless  wrath  ] 

No ;  this  is  my  own  blindness. 

That  cannot  see  his  path. 


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4  Thy  way  is  in  great  waters, 

Thy  footsteps  are  not  known : 
Let  Adam’s  sons  and  daughters 
Confide  in  thee  alone  :  ' 

Thy  deeds,  O  Lord !  are  wonder ; 

Holy  are  all  thy  ways : 

The  secret  place  of  thunder 
Shall  utter  forth  thy  praise. 


C.  M. 

The  Works  of  God  recounted  to  Posterity, 


1  LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 
Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw. 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 


2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, — 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 

And  we  ’ll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs. 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 

That  they  may  ne’er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 


L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Israel. 


1  ARISE,  great  God  !  and  let  thy  grace 
Shed  its  glad  beams  on  Israel’s  race ; 
Restore  the  long-lost,  scattered  band. 
Recall  them  to  their  native  land. 


2  Their  misery  let  thy  mercy  heal ; 

Their  tresspass  hide,  their  pardon  seal ; 
O  God  of  Israel  !  hear  our  prayer. 

And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share. 

3  Thy  quickening  Spirit  now  impart, 

And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart ; 
While  Israel’s  rescued  tribes  in  thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see. 


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Prayer  in  Declension. 


1  GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel ! 

Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell,' 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 

Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep  ; 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now- ; 

Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  us  through ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  ; 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 


3  Hast  thou  not  planted,  with  thy  hand, 

A  lovely  vine  in  this  our  land  1 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round. 

And  hejavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  1 


4  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot. 
And  bless  the  nations  with  the  fruit ! 
But  now,  O  Lord  !  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

5  Return,  almighty  God !  return. 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 


s.  M. 

Warning  to  God's  People. 


1  SING  to  the  Lord  aloud. 

And  make  a  cheerful  noise  ; 

God  is  our  strength,  our  Saviour-God ; 
Let  Israel  hear  his  voice  : — 


2  “  From  vile  idolatry 

Preserve  my  worship  clean  ; 

I  am  the  Lord  who  set  thee  free 
From  slavery  and  from  sin. 

3  “  Stretch  thy  desires  abroad, 

"And  I  ’ll  supply  them  well ; 

But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 

If  Israel  will  rebel ; — 

4  “  I  ’ll  leave  them,”  saith  the  Lord, 

To  their  own  lusts  a  prey. 

And  let  them  run  the  dangerous  road ; — 
’T  is  their  own  chosen  way. 


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“Yet,  Oh  !  that  all  my  saints 
Would  hearken  to  my  voice ; 

Soon  I  would  ease  their  sore  complaints, 
And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

“  While  I  destroyed  their  foes, 

I ’d  richly  feed  my  flock, 

And  they  should  taste  the  stream  that  flows 
From  their  eternal  rock.” 

L.  M. 

God^  the  Supreme  Rider. 

1  AMONG  th’  assemblies  of  the  great, 

A  greater  ruler  takes  his  seat ; 

The  God  of  heaven,  as  judge,  surveys 
Those  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws'? 

Or  why  support  th’  unrighteous  cause'? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor. 

That  sinners  vex  the  saints  no  more '? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord  !  nor  will  they  know  ; 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go ; 

Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain. 

For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arise,  O  Lord  !  and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne. 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod ; 

He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 

s.  M. 

•  God  arising  to  subdue  Opposers. 

1  AND  will  the  God  of  grace 

Perpetual  silence  keep  ? 

The  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace, 

And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  1 

2  Awake,  almighty  God  ! 

Assume  thy  sovereign  sway  ; 

Before  thy  throne  bid  sinners  bow, 

And  yield  their  hearts  to  thee. 

3  Then  shall  the  nations  know 

That  glorious  dreadful  word — 

Jehovah — is  thv  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  sovereign  Lord.  ^ 


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FIRST  PART.  L.  M. 

The  Pleasure  of  public  Worship. 

1  HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts  !  thy  dwellings  are  ! 

With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 

To  meet  th’  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode. 

My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 

My  God !  my  King  !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys,  and  thee  ? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high. 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 

Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 

And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls,  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 

There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays. 

And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength. 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear. 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

Public  Worship  ;  or  Grace  and  Glory. 

1  GREAT  God !  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace  ! 

Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 

God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th’  assaults  of  hell  and  sin. 

From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow. 

And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 

He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

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FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
The  House  of  God. 


1  MY  soul !  how  lovely  is  the  place, 

To  which  thy  God  resorts ! 

’T  is  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays. 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes. 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts,  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends,  and  fills  the  place ; 

While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God  !  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will; 

And  still  we  seek  thy  mercy  there. 

And  sing  thy  praises  still. 


4  SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Absence  from  the  Sanctuary. 

1  O  LORD  !  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee. 
While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 

When  shall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  1 

2  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye. 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice. 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity, 

Employed  in  carnal  joys. 

3  Lord  !  at  thy  threshold  I  would  .wait. 
While  Jesus  is  within. 

Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state. 

Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 

4  Gould  I  command  the  spacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundless  sea, 

For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand, 

I ’d  give  them  both  away. 


FIRST  PART,  H.  M. 
Longing  for  the  House  of  God. 


1  LORD  of  the  worlds  above  ! 
How  pleasant,  and  how  faii% 


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The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thy  earthly  temples  are ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 

With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 

2  Oh  !  happy  souls  who  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ; 
Oh  !  happy  men  who  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ; 
They  praise  thee  still ; 

And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion’s  hill. 


3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  ; 

Oh  !  glorious  seat. 

When  God,  our  King, 

Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet. ' 


.yj  SECOND  PART,  H.  M. 

The  Sabbath  in  the  House  of  God* 

1  TO  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide. 
Affords  diviner  joy. 

Than  thousand  days  beside ; 
Where  God  resorts, 

I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door. 

Than  shine  in  courts. 

2  God  is  our  sun  and  shield. 

Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  filled. 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence; 
He  shall  bestow, 

On  Jacob’s  race. 

Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

3  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 

His  hand  no  good  witholds 


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From  those  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  souls : 
Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hosts  ! 

Whose  spirit  trusts 
Alone  in  thee. 


THIRD  PART,  H.  M. 
Longing  for  God’s  House. 


1  HOW  lovely  and  how  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts  !  to  me 
Thy  tabernacles  are ! 

My  flesh  cries  out  for  thee  ; 

My  heart  and  soul,  with  heaven-ward 
To  thee,  the  living  God,  aspire. 


2  Lord  God  of  hosts  !  give  ear, 

A  gracious  answer  yield  ; 

O  God  of  Jacob  !  hear  : 

Behold  !  O  God,  our  shield  ! 

Look  on  thine  own  anointed  One, 
And  save  through  thy  beloved  Son. 


8  Lord !  I  would  father  stand 
A  keeper  at  thy  gate, 

Than  at  the  king’s  right  hand, 

In  tents  of  worldly  state  ; 

One  day  within  thy  courts — one  day 
Is  worth  a  thousand  cast  away. 


4  God  is  a  sun  of  light. 

Glory  and  grace  to  shed ; 

God  is  a  shield  of  might. 

To  guard  the  faithful  head ; 

O  Lord  of  hosts  !  how  happy  he, — 
The  man  who  puts  his  trust  in  thee. 


5s  and  6s. 

The  Delights  of  God’s  House. 


1  HOW  honored,  how  dear. 
That  sacred  abode, 

Where  Christians  draw  near 
Their  Father  and  God  ! 
’Mid  worldly  commotion. 

My  wearied  soul  faints 
For  the  house  of  devotion, — 
The  house  of  thv  saints. 

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2  Oh  !  happy  the  choirs 

Who  praisQ  thee  above :  . 
What  joy  tunes  their  lyres  I 
Their  worship  is  love  : 

Yet,  safe  in  thy  keeping, 

And  happy  they  be. 

In  this  world  of  weeping. 
Whose  strength  is  in  thee. 

3  Though  rugged  their  way. 

They  drink,  as  they  go. 

Of  springs  that  convey 
New  life  as  they  flow  : 

The  God  they  rely  on 

Their  strength  shall  renew, 
Till  each,  brought  to  Zion, 
His  glory  shall  view. 

4  Thou  Hearer  of  prayer ! 

Still  grant  me  a  place. 
Where  Christians  repair 
To  the  courts  of  thy  grace  : 
More  blest,  beyond  measure, 
One  day  so  employed. 

Than  years  of  vain  pleasure 
By  worldlings  enjoyed. 

5  The  Lord  is  a  sun  ; 

The  Lord  is  a  shield  : 

What  grace  has  begun. 

With  glory  is  sealed  : 

He  hears  the  distressed. 

He  succors  the  just ; 

And  they  shall  be  blessed. 
Who  make  him  their  trust. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Deliverance  begun  and  completed. 


1  LORD  !  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind, 

Thou  hast  reversed  our  heavy  doom ; 

So  God  forgave,  when  Israel  sinned, 

And  brought  his  wandering  captives  home* 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free. 

And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate ; 

Now  let  our  hearts  be  turned  to  thee, 

And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

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3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord ! 

And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice ; 

Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfill  thy  word  : 

We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say ; 

He  ’ll  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace  ; 

But  let  them  run  no  more  astray. 

Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

•  Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 
The  souls  who  fear  and  trust  the  Lord ; 

And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 

Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, .  [heavea  ; 
Since  Christ,  the  Lord,  came  down 

By  his  obedience,  so  complete. 

Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 

To  give  us  free  access  to  God ; 

Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more. 

But  mark  his  steps  and  keep  the  road. 

c.  M. 

•  A  general  Song  of  Praise  to  God. 

1  AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods. 

There ’s  none  hath  power  divine  ; 

Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord ! 

Nor  are  their  works,  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made  shall  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne  ; 

For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things ; 

For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord  !  I  would  walk  with  holy  feel ; 

Teach  me  thy  heavenly  ways  ; 

And  my  poor  scattered  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father’s  praise. 

L.  M. 

The  Birth-Place  of  the  Saints. 

1  GOD,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays 
Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praise ; 


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He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well ; 

But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 
That  pay  their  night  and  morning-vows, 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay, 

Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 


3  What  glories  were  described  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told ! 

Thou  city  of  our  God  below ! 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew ; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 

’T  will  be  an  honor  to  appear. 

As  one  new-born,  or  nourished  there. 


8s  and  7s. 

Glory  of  the  Church. 


1  GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God  I 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken. 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode : 

On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  1 
With  salvation’s  walls  surrounded. 
Thou  mayest  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 


2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters. 

Springing  from  eternal  love. 

To  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove  ! 

Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  his  thirst  t’  assuage  1 — 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver. 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation,  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear. 

For  a  glory  and  a  covering. 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  ! 


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Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 

He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken. 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Deathf  not  the  End  of  our  Being. 


1  SHALL  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life ! 
For  ever  moulder  in  the  gravel 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work. 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power  to  save  1 


2  In  those  dark  silent  realms  of  night. 

Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  1 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb. 

Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies  1 

3  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears  I 

When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness  sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led. 

And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

4  Faith  sees  the  bright  eternal  doors 

Unfold  to  make  her  children  way ; 

They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 

And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

5  The  trump  shall  sound — the  dead  shall  wake. 

From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring  ; 
Through  heaven,  with  joy,  their  myriads  rise. 
And  hail  their  Saviour  and  their  King. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  Day  of  Chrace. 


1  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 

But  soon,— ah  !  soon, — approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 


2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel’s  charming  sound! 
Come,  sinners !  haste.  Oh  !  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pard’ning  God  he ’s  found. 


3  Soon, borne  on  time’s  most  rapid  wing. 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave. 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring. 

And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 


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4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath’s  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 

Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 


s.  M. 

The  last  Account. 


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1  I  SAW,  beyond  the  tomb. 

The  awful  Judge  appear. 

Prepared  to  scan,  with  strict  account, 
The  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 

In  hell  for  ever  burns ; 

And,  from  that  hopeless  world  of  wo,' 
No  fugitive  returns. 


3  Ye  sinners  !  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet ’t  is  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close. 

The  summer  soon  be  o’er  ; 

O  sinners  I  then  your  injured  God 
Will  heed  your  cries  no  more. 


7s  and  6s. 
Continual  Prayer. 


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1  LORD  God  of  my  salvation  I 

To  thee,  to  thee  1  cry : 

Oh  !  let  my  supplication 
Arrest  thine  ear  on  high  : 
Distresses  round  me  thicken  ; 

My  life  draws  nigh  the  grave  : 
Descend,  O  Lord  !  to  quicken  ; 
Descend,  my  soul  to  save. 

2  Thy  wrath  lies  hard  upon  me, 

Thy  billows  o’er  me  roll ; 

My  friends  all  seem  to  shun  me. 
And  foes  beset  my  soul ; 
Where’er  on  earth  I  turn  me. 

No  comforter  is  near  ; 

Wilt  thou,  too.  Father  !  spurn  me  ? 
Wilt  thou  refuse  to  hear  ] 


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3  No  ; — banished  and  heart-broken, 
My  soul  still  clings  to  thee  ; 
The  promise  thou  hast  spoken 
Shall  still  my  refuge  be  : 

To  present  ills  and  terrors 
May  future  joy  increase, 

And  scourge  me  from  my  errors 
To  duty,  hope,  and  peace. 


L.  M. 

•  Covenant  with  Christ,  the  true  David. 

FOR  ever  shall  my  song  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  stand. 

Like  heaven,  established  by  his  hand. 


2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  sware,  and  said, — 
“  With  thee  my  covenant  first  is  made 
In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live ; 

Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  “  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  priest ; 
Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest : 

Thou  art  my  chosen  King  ;  thy  throne 
Shall  stand  eternal,  like  my  own.” 

4  Now  let  the  church  rejoice,  and  sing 
Jesus,  her  Saviour,  and  her  King ; 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  show, 
And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Faithfulness  of  God. 


1  MY  never-ceasing  songs  shall  show 
The  mercies  of  the  Lord ; 

And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 


2  The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure ; 

And  if  he  speaks  a  promise  once, 
Th^  eternal  grace  is  sure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promised  Jewish  throne  ! 

But  there ’s  a  nobler  covenant  sealed 
To  David’s  greater  Son. 

4  His  seed  for  ever  shall  possess 

A  throne  above  the  skies  : 


PSALMS. 


The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 


5  Lord  God  of  hosts  I  thy  wondrous  ways 
Are  sung  by  saints  above  ; 

And  saints  on  earth  their  honors  raise 
To  thine  unchanging  love. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
A  blessed  Gospel. 


1  BLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  gospel’s  joyful  sound  ; 

Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 

And  light  their  steps  surround. 


2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer’s  name ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope. 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence. 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel !  thy  King  for  ever  reigns. 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

Humble  Worship. 


1  WITH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 
And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 

His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 


2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  that  vies  with  thee  1 
Or  truth,  compared  with  thine  1 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  southern,  rest 

On  thy.  supporting  hand  ; 

Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west. 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control. 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep  ; 

Thou  makest  the  sleeping  billows  roll. 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thin« 
^  And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 


144 


PSALMS. 


How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel ! 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ; 

While  truth  and  mercy,  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


FOURTH  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Mercies  of  God. 


89. 


1  THE  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 

My  tongue  shall  still  pursue  ; 

Oh  !  happy  they  who,  while  they  sing 
Those  mercies,  share  them  too. 

2  As  bright  and  lasting  as  the  sun, 

As  lofty  as  the  sky, 

From  age  to  age  thy  word  shall  run, 
And  chance  and  change  defy. 

3  The  covenant  of  the  King  of  kings 

Shall  stand  for  ever  sure  ; 

.  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  saints  repose  secure. 

4  Thine  is  the  earth,  and  thine  the  skies, 

Created  at  thy  will ; 

The  waves  at  thy  command  arise, 

At  thy  command  are  still.  ^ 

5  In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 

Who — who  is  Lord  like  thee  1 
Oh  !  spread  the  gospel  of  thy  love. 

Till  all  thy  glory  see. 


L.  P.  M. 

Death  and  the  Resurrection. 


89. 


1  THINK,  mighty  God  !  on  feeble  man,— 
How  few  his  hours  !  how  short  his  span 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave ; 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath. 

Against  the  bold  demands  of  death. 

With  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  save  1 

2  Lord  !  shall  it  be  for  ever  said,— 

“  The  race  of  man  was  ever  made 

For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust 


PSALMS. 


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Are  not  thy  servants,  day  by  day, 

Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turned  to  clay ! 
Lord  !  where ’s  thy  kindness  to  the  just 

3  Hast  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 

And  all  his  seed,  a  heavenly  crown  1 

But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair : 
For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word. 

And  find  a  resurrection  there. 

4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward. 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain: 
Let  ail  below,  and  all  above. 

Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love. 

And  each  repeat  his  loud — Amen. 


L.  M. 

Man  mortal^  and  God  eternal. 


1  THROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God! 

Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  ; 

High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heaven  was  made. 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reigned,  ere  time  began, 

Or  dust  was  fashioned  to  a  man ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure. 

When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to. die. 

Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence.  Lord  !  was  just, — 
“Return,  ye  sinners  !  to  your  dust.” 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream. 

Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life ’s  a  dream ; 

An  empty  tale ;  a  morning-flower. 

Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 


FIRST  PART,  C  M. 
God,  the  Help  of  the  Saints. 


1  O  GOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home, — 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 

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146 


PSALMS. 


Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 


3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood,  ■ 

Or  earth  received  her  frame ; 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, — 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust— 

“  Return,  ye  sons  of  men  !” 

All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first,  . 

And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  O  God !  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 

Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Breathing  after  Heaven. 


1  RETURN,  O  God  of  love  I  return  ; 

Earth  is  a  tiresome  place : 

How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  1 

2  Let  heaven  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears. 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 


3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show. 

Make  thine  own  work  complete ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know. 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thy  throne, 

In  all  thy  beauty.  Lord  ! 

And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 
Preparation  for  Death. 


1  LORD  !  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults. 

And  justice  grow  severe, 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Almighty  God !  reveal  thy  love. 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone ; 


PSALMS. 


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Oh  !  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

3  Our  souls  would  learn  the  heavenly  art 
T’  improve  the  hours  we  have, 

That  we  may  act  the  wiser  part, 

And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

s.  M. 

The  Frailty  and  Shortness  of  Life. 

1  LORD  !  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life — how  poor  a  trifle ’t  is. 

That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas  the  brittle  clay, 

4'hat  built  our  body  first ! 

And  every  month,  and  every  day, 

’T  is  mouldering  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace. 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 

Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly,  ' 

We  ’ll  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 

We  ’ll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom’s  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They  ’ll  waft  us  sooner  o’er 

This  life’s  tempestuous  sea  : 

Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

I 

7s. 

•  New-Year's  Day. 

1  WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year. 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run. 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 

Fixed  in  an  eternal  state. 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 

We  a  little  longer  wait. 

But  how  little, — none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 


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PSALMS. 


As  the  lightning  from  the  skies  ^  ^ 
Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life’s  rapid  stream  ; 
Upward,  Lord  !  our  spirits  raise, — 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past,  receive  ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  : 

From  this  moment  may  we  live 
With  eternity  in  view  : 

Bless  the  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Shed  abroad  a  Saviour’s  love  ; 

And  when  life’s  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Divine  Protection  amid  Dangers. 


91. 


1  HE  that  hath  made  his  refuge,  God, 

Shall  And  a  most  secure  abode  ; 

Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there,  at  night,  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  1  say,— My  God  !  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower  ; 

T,  who  am  formed  of  feeble  dust. 

Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust.” 

3  Thrice  happy  man  1  thy  Maker’s  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler’s  snare  ; 
Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

4  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire  ; 

God  is  thy  life,— his  wings  are  spread. 
To  shield  thee  with  a  healthful  shade. 

.5  If  vapors,  with  malignant  breath, 

Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight-death, 
Israel  is  safe  :  the  poisoned  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel’s  God  be  there. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  Security  of  the  Saints. 


91 


1  WHAT  though  a  thousand  at  thy  side. 
At  thy  right  hand,  ten  thousand  died  1 


PSALMS. 


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Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves, 
Among  the  dead,  amid  the  graves. 

2  So  when  he  sent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known. 
And  slew  their  sons, — his  careful  eye 
Passed  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 


3  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword, 
Receive  commission  from  the  Lord, 

To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest. 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blest. 


4  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire. 

Shall  but  fulfill  their  best  desire  ; 

From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free. 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord  !  to  thee. 


c.  M. 

Exhortation  to  trust  in  God. 


1  YE  sons  of  men  !  a  feeble  race. 

Exposed  to  every  snare. 

Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  try  and  trust  his  care. 

2  He  ’ll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  your  ways ; 

To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days.  • 


3  “  Because  on  me  they  set  their  love, 
I  ’ll  save  them,”  saith  the  Lord  ; 

“  I  ’ll  bear  their  joyful  souls  above 
Destruction  and  the  sword. 


4  “  My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call. 

In  trouble  I  ’ll  be  nigh  : 

My  power  shall  help  them  when  they  fall. 

And  raise  them  when  they  die. 

5  “  Those  who  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

I  ’ll  honor  them  in  heaven  ; 

There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown. 

And  endless  life  be  given.” 


FIRST  PART,  8s  and  7s. 
77te  Divine  Protection. 


1  CALL  .Tehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th’  Almighty’s  shade  ; 

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I 


150  PSALMS. 

In  his  secret  habitation, 

Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed  : 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 
Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 

In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

2  From  the  sword,  at  noonday  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence. 

In  the  depth  of  midnight,  blasting, 
God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence  : 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver. 
When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow  ; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver. 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 

3  Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love. 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection. 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above"; 
Thou  shalt  call  on  him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  he  will  save ; 
Here,  for  grief,  reward  thee  double, 
Crown  with  life. beyond  the  grave. 


SECOND  PART,  8s  and  7s. 
An  Evening- Psalm. 


1  SAVIOUR  !  breathe  an  evening-blessing, 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 

Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 

Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us. 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly. 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us ; 

We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary. 

Darkness ’cannot  hide  from  thee  ; 

Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 

Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o’ertake  us 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb. 

May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us. 

Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 


4 


PSALMS. 


151 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

A  Psalm  for  the  Lord's  Day. 


1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God  !  my  King ! 

To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning-light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest. 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 

Oh !  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 

Like  David’s  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace, — how  bright  they  shine  I 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Lord  !  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part. 

When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart. 

And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 

Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


I  SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

^  •  The  Church.,  the  Garden  of  God. 

1  LORD  !  ’t  is  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand ; 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 

Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show. 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true  : 

None  who  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful,  or  unkind. 


s.  M. 

Public  Worship. 


1  SWEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord  ! 
Thy  glorious  name  to  sing. 


152 


PSALMS, 


To  praise  and  pray,  to  hear  thy  word. 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet — at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 

And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet — on  this  day  of  rest. 

To  join,  in  heart  and  voice, 

With  those,  who  love  and  serve  thee  best 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  pmise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 

That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


Is. 

Praise  to  God  in  the  Sanctuary. 


1  THOU  who  art  enthroned  above, 
Thou  by  whom  we  live  and  move  I 
Oh  !  how  sweet,  with  joyful  tongue, 
To  resound  thy  praise  in  song  ! 
When  the  morning  paints  the  skies. 
When  the  sparkling  stars  arise. 

All  thy  favors  to  rehearse. 

And  give  thanks  in  grateful  verse. 


2  Sweet  the  dav  of  sacred  rest. 

When  devotion  fills  the  breast. 

When  we  dwell  within  thy  house. 

Hear  thy  word,  and  pay  our  vows ; 
Notes  to  heaven’s  high  mansions  raise. 
Fill  its  courts  with  joyful  praise  ; 

With  repeated  hymns  proclaim 
Great  Jehovah’s  awful  name. 


3  From  thy  works  our  joys  arise, 

O  thou  only  good  and  wise ! 

Who  thy  wonders  can  declare  T 
How  profound  thy  counsels  are  I 
Warm  our  hearts  with  sacred  fire ; 
Grateful  fervors  still  inspire; 

All  our  powers,  with  all  their  might. 
Ever  in  thy  praise  unite. 


PSALMS. 


FIRST  PART  L.  M. 

The  eternal  and  sovei'eign  God. 


1  JEHOVAH  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might : 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands. 

Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 


2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 

Or  had  its  first  foundations  laid. 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood,-— 

Thyself,  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods,  the  angry  nations  rise. 

And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies  : 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! — 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 


4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure. 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure  ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 


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SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Dominion  and  Power  of  God. 


1  THE  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns. 

In  robes  of  majesty  arrayed  ; 

His  rule  omnipotence  sustains. 

And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have  made. 


2  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heavens  were  stretched  abroad, 
Thine  awful  throne  was  fixed  above : 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

3  The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise — 

Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar. 

Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies. 

And  foam  and  lash  the  trembling  shore. 


4. The  Lord,  the  mighty  God  on  high. 
Controls  the  fiercely  raging  seas ; 

He  speaks  ! — and  noise  and  tempest  fly ; 
The  waves  sink  down  in  gentle  peace. 


5  Thy  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure  ; 
Eternal  holiness  is  thine  ; 

And,  Lord  !  thy  people  should  be  pure, 
And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine. 


154 


PSALMS. 


S.  P.  M. 

The  Majesty  of  God. 


1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 

I  Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 

The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word ; 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Before  the  starry  sky  ; 

Eternal  is  thy  kingdom.  Lord  ! 

3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage. 

And  all  their  power  engage ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky : 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down  ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 

4  Thy  promises  are  true. 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne’er 
Thy  saints,  with  holy  fear, 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 

And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 


5s  and  6s. 

God's  Servants  should  praise  Him. 


1  YE  servants  of  God  ! 
Your  Master  proclaim. 
And  publish  abroad 
His  wonderful  name ; 
The  name,  all- victorious. 
Of  Jesus  extol ; 

His  kingdom  is  glorious, 
And  rules  over  all. 


2  God  ruleth  on  high. 
Almighty  to  save ; 

And  still  he  is  nigh. 

His  presence  we  have : 
The  great  congregation 
His  triumph  shall  sing. 


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Ascribing  salvation 
To  Jesus,  our  King. 

3  “  Salvation  to  God 

'  Who  sits  on  the  throne  !” — 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 

And  honor  the  Son  : 
Immanuel’s  praises 

The  angels  proclaim ;  . 

Fall  down  on  their  faces, 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right ; 

All  glory  and  power,  , 

And  wisdom  and  might ; 

All  honor  and  blessing, — 
With  angels  above, — 

And  thanks  never  ceasing. 
And  infinite  love. 


c.  M. 

Help  in  God, 


1  HAD  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Sustained  my  fainting  head. 

My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 

My  soul  among  the  dead. 


2  “Alas!  my  sliding  feet,”  I  cried; 

Thy  promise  was  my  hope  ; 

Thy  grace  stood  constant  at  my  side. 
Thy  spirit  bore  me  up. 

3  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 

Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults. 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 


L.  M. 

Warning  against  Delay. 

1  COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  ; 

God  is  a  sovereign  King  ; — rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  with  his  word ; 


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He  is  our  Shepherd  ; — we  the  sheep. 

His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day ; 

The  counsels  of  his  love  obey  ; 

Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew 

4  Look  back,  my  soul !  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead : 
Attend  the  offered  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay.  ' 

5  Seize  the^kind  promise,  while  it  waits. 
And  march  to  Zion’s  heavenly  gates ; 
Believe, — and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey, — and  be  for  ever  blest. 

C.  M. 

Prepanration  for  Prayer. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  name. 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice ; 

When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks,  approach  his  awful  sight. 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing  ; 

The  Lord ’s  a  God  of  boundless  might, — 
The  whole  creation’s  King. 

3  Come,  and  with  humble  souls,  adore  ; 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  : 

Oh  !  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

4  Now  is  the  time  ; — he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request ; 

Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 
“  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest.” 

s.  M. 

Immediate  Obedience. 

1  COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad. 

And  hymns  of  glory  Mng ; 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  .seas  their  bound  ; 


PSALMS. 


The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own. 

And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne  ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own; 

He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice. 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race  ; — 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  dressed. 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, — 

“You,  that  despise  my  promised  rest, 

Shall  have  no  portion  there.’’ 

H.  M. 

Seeking  God  to-day, 

1  COME,  let  us  gladly  sing 
To  God,  our  Saviour-King  ; 

With  thanks  his  presence  seek. 

In  psalms  his  praises  speak  ; 

He ’s  God  most  high  ;  let  all  draw  nigh, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  earth  and  sky. 

2  He  gave  the  mountains  birth. 

He  made  this  spacious  earth  ; 

His  are  the  sea  and  land — 

They  rose  at  his  command  : 

With  reverence  all  before  him  fall. 

And  on  his  name  devoutly  call. 

3  Come,  kneel  before  his  throne. 

For  he  is  God  alone  ; 

We  are  the  flock  he  leads — 

The  sheep  his  bounty  feeds : 

To-day, — to-day, — his  voice  obey 
Grieve  not  the  Holy  Ghost  away. 

8.S. 

Public  "Worship. 

1  OH  !  come,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

In  God  ,our  salvation, rejoice  ; 

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In  psalms  of  thanksgiving,  record 
His  praise,  with  one  spirit,  one  voice : 

Jehovah  is  King,  and  he  reigns — 

The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne  ; 

The  strength  of  the  hills  he  maintains ; 
The  ends  of  the^  earth  are  his  own. 

2  The  sea  is  Jehovah’s — he  made 
The  tide  its  dominion  to  know ; 

The  land  is  Jehovah’s — he  laid 
Its  solid  foundation  below  : 

Oh  !  come,  let  us  worship  and  kneel 
Before  our  Creator,  our  God  ; 

The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal. 

The  flock  whom  he  guides  with  his  rod. 


c.  M. 

Christ’s  first  and  second  Coming. 


1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  I 
Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue ! 

His  new-discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 


2  Say  to  the  nations, — “  Jesus  reigns, 

God’s  own  almighty  Son  ; 

His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne.” 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 

Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array. 

And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 


4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea  ; 

Ye  mountains  !  sink,  ye  vallies  !  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes, — he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations,  as  their  God ; 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness. 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 


6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead. 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near. 

How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread. 

To  see  their  Judge  appear  ! 


PSALMS. 


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S.  M. 

Praise  due  to  God  alone. 


1  NOW  let  our  songs  arise, 

In  new  exalted  strains  ; 

Let  earth  repeat  it  to  the  skies  ; — 
The  Lord,  the  Saviour,  reigns  I 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord, our  God, 

And  bless  his  sacred  name  ; 

His  great  salvation,  all  abroad. 

From  day  to  day  proclaim. 

3  Mid  heathen  nations  place 

The  glories  of  his  throne ; 

And  let  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
Through  all  the  earth  be  known. 

4  Great  is  th’  eternal  Lord, 

And  great  must  be  his  praise : 
O’er  all  the  gods,  on  high  adored, 
Ills  mightier  arm  he  ’ll  raise. 

5  Through  earth,  let  every  tribe. 

Let  every  nation,  sing  : 

Glory,  and  grace,  and  might  ascribe 
To  our  eternal  King. 


L.  p.  M. 

77ie  God  of  the  Gentiles. 


1  LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 

To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise ; 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah’s  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know ; 

His  wonders  to  the  nations  show  ; 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

2  He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high. 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there ; 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 

His  beauties, — how  divinely  bright! 

His  temple, — how  divinely  fair  ! 

3  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour. 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  barb’rous  nations  fear  his  name  ! 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness. 

And,  in  his  courts,  his  grace  proclaim. 


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FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Christ  coming  to  Judgment. 


1  HE  reigns  !  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  reigns ! 
Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains  ; 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice. 

And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 


2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown  ; 

But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 


3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes  ; 

Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  thx3  tombs 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire  ; — 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay. 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day  : 

Then  lift. your  heads,  ye  saints  !  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption ’s  nigh. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Christ’s  Incarnation. 


1  THE  Lord  is  come  ; — the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 

An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages,  to  their  God. 


2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies ! 

Go  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow. 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound ; 
But  Judah  shout,  and  Zion  sing. 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  King. 


THIRD  PART,  L.  M. 

Grace  and  Glory. 


1  TH’  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 
O’er  all  the  earth,  o’er  all  the  sky : 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 


2  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown ; 


PSALMS. 


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'  Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

3  Rejoice,  ye  righteous  !  and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord ; 

None,  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace. 

Can  triumph  in  his  holiness.' 


C.  M. 

The  Reign  of  Christ. 


1  YE  isles  and  shores  of  every  sea ! 

Rejoic^e — the  Sayiour  reigns  : 

His  word, like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills. 

And  makes  the  vallies  rise  ;  - 

The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles. 

The  haughty  sinner  dies. 

3  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 

Make  the  Redeemer  known  ; 

Thus  shall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth. 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

4  His  foes  shall  tremble  at  his  sight,  ■ 

And  hills  and  seas  retire  ; 

His  children  take  their  upward  flight. 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

5  The  seeds  of  joy  and  glory,  sown 

For  saints  in  darkness  here. 

Shall  rise  and  spring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvest  bear. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

Praise  for  the  Gospel. 


1  TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

New  honors  be  addressed  ; 

His  great  salvation  shines  abroad. 

And  makes  the  nations  blessed. 

2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abraham  first ; 

His  truth  fulfills  his  grace  : 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust. 
And  learn  his  righteousness. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim. 

With  all  her  different  tongues  ; 


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And  spread  th’e  honor  of  his  name. 
In  melody  and'songs. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
The  joyful  Reign  of  Christ. 


1  JOY  to  the  world, — the  Lord  is  come ; 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth, — the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  songs  eniploy  ; 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plain 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 


4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 
Christ’s  first  and  second  Coming. 


1  TO  God  address  the  joyful  psalm. 

Who  wondrous  things  hath  done ; 
Whose  own  right  hand,  and  holy  arm. 

The  victory  have  won. 

2  He,  to  the  Gentile  nations  round. 

Hath  made  his  mercy  known  ; 

And  to  the  world’s  remotest  bound 
His  justice  shall  be  shown. 

3  The  promised  Saviour  meekly  came. 

And  man’s  full  ransom  paid  ; 

Again  he  comes,  his  own  to  claim. 

In  awful  pomp  arrayed. 

4  He  comes  with  power, — he  quits  the  skies, 

To  punish  and  reward  ; 

Oh  !  let  one  general  chorus  rise 
To  praise  the  sovereign  Lord. 


FIRST  PART,  S.  M. 

The  Majesty  and  Grace  of  Jehovah. 


I  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ! — 
Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 


PSALMS. 


^  '  Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns!— 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand. 

Swift  to  fulfill  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne ; 

His  honors  are  divine  ; 

His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

'  4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praise  ! 

Justice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join. 

In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

SECOND  PART,  S.  M. 

y  y  •  A  lioJy  God  worshipped  with  Reverence. 

1  EXALT  the  Lord,  our  God, 

And  worship  at  his  feet; 

His  nature  is  all  holiness. 

And  mercy  is  his  seat. 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church. 

When  Aaron  was  his  priest. 

When  Moses  cried,  and  Samuel  prayed,— 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins. 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abused  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same : 

Still  he ’s  a  God  of  holiness. 

And  jealous  for  his  name. 


100. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Praise  to  our  Creator. 


1  YE  nations  round  the  earth  !  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice ; 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 


2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  ’t  is  he  alone 

Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give ; 


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We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 

The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy ; 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 

And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  sovereign  Jehovah. 


1  BEFORE  Jehovah’s  awful  throne. 

Ye  nations  !  bow  with  sacred  joy  : 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 

He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid. 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 

And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, — 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 

What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear. 

Almighty  Maker  !  to  thy  name  1 

4  We  ’ll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs  ; 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ;  ' 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command. 

Vast  as  eternity,  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand. 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


c.  M. 

The  Creator  adored. 


1  SING,  all  ye  lands  ! — with  rapture  sing. 

And  bless  Jehovah’s  name  ; 

With  loud  hosannas  hail  your  King, — 
Bow  down — your  God  proclaim. 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, — 

’T  is  he  who  made  us  all ; 

His  people — we  his  sceptre  own, 

His  sheep — we  hear  his  call. 


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3  Enter  his'gates,  with  shouts  of  joy, 

And  in  his  courts  bow  down  ; 

Let  heart-felt  thanks  your  tongues  employ, 
And  him  your  sovereign  crown. 

4  For  he  is  good  beyond  all  praise, 

No  bounds  his  mercy  knows; 

His  truth  endures  through  endless  days^ 
His  grace  for  ever  flows. 

H.  M. 

God’s  Goodness  and  Truth. 

\  1  SING  to  the  Lord  most  high : 

Let  every  land  adore  ; 

With  grateful  voice  make  known 
I  His  goodness  and  his  power : 

With  cheerful  songs 
Declare  his  ways. 

And  let  his  praise 
Inspire  your  tongues. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy  ; 

With  fear  address  the  Lord ; 

He.  formed  us  with  his  hand, 

And  quickened  by  his  word ; 

With  wide  command. 

He  spreads  his  sway 
O  ’er  every  sea 
And  every  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 

And  every  blessing  give  ; 

We  feed  upon  his  care. 

And  in  his  pastures  live : 

With  cheerful  songs 
Declare  his  ways. 

And  let  his  praise 
Inspire  your  tongues. 

i  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure ; 

While  earth  and  heaven  shall  last; 

His  promises  endure 
With  wide  command, 

He  spreads  his  sway 
O’er  every  sea 
And  every  land. 


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7s. 

Praise  frcnn  all  Lands. 


1  OH  !  be  joyful  in  the  Lord, 

Every  land  beneath  the  sun  I 
In  his  praise  with  glad  accord, 

Let  all  tongues  and  hearts  be  one : 
For  our  God  is  God  alone, 

Whose  we  are,  and  not  our  own ; 

We  his  people  are — the  sheep 
He  will  ever  rule  and  keep. 


2  Come,  and  join  the  joyous  throng 
Who  Jehovah’s  praise  proclaim : 
In  his  courts,  with  grateful  song. 
Speak  the  honors  of  his  name : 
Rich  his  bounty  to  our  race  ; 
Inexhaustible  his  grace ; 

Ready  to  forgive  and  bless  ; 

Ever  sure  his  faithfulness. 


lls  and  8s. 

Thanksgiving  and  Praise  in  the  Sanctuary. 


1  BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth  ! 
Oh  !  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear ; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 


2  Jehovah  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone. 

Creator  and  ruler  o’er  all : 

And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own  ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  Oh  !  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim ; 

His  praise  in  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good. 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 

His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood. 

And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 


L.  M. 

The  Magistrate’s  Song. 


1  MERCY  and  judgment  are  my  song; 
And  since  they  both  to  thee  belong. 

My  gracious  God  !  my  righteous  King  \ 
To  thee  my  songs  and  vows  I  bring. 


PSALMS. 


2  If  I  am  raised  to  bear  the  sword, 

I  ’ll  take  my  counsels  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  justice  and  thy  heavenly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide, 

And  let  my  God  with  me  reside : 

No  wicked  thing  shall  dwell  with  me. 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 

4  I  ’ll  search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
To  posts  of  honor,  wealth,  and  trust; 
The  men,  that  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav’rites  still. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

Men  mortal — ike  Church  safe. 


102. 


1  IT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour’s  hand 

Weakens  our  strength  amidst  the  race* 
Disease  and  death,  at  his  command. 

Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord  !  aloud  we  pray. 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon  ; 

Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day. 

And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon  1  ^ 

3  Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief. 

This  thought  our  sorrow  should  assuage 

“  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  : 

Christ  is  the  same  through  every  age.” 

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4  The- starry  curtains  of  the  sky. 

Like  garments,  shall  be  laid  aside  ; 

But  still  thy  throne  stands  firm  and  high , 
Thy  church  for  ever  must  abide. 

5  Before  thy  face,  thy  church  shall  live. 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign ; 
This  dying  world  shall  they  survive. 

And  the  dead  saints  be  raised  again. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  unchanging  God. 


1  GREAT  Former  of  this  various  frame  ! 
Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name. 

And  bow  and  tremble,  while  they  praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 


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2  Before  thine  infinite  survey, 

Creation  rose  as  yesterday  ; 

And,  as  to-morrow,  shall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  stars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Beyond  the  highest  angePs  sight. 

Thou  dwellest  in  eternal  light. 

Which  shines  with  undiminished  ray. 
While  suns  and  systems  waste  away. 

4  Our  days  a  transient  period  run 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun  ; 
And  while  to  lengthened  years  we  trust, 
Before  the  moth  we  sink  to  dust. 

5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 

Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground ; 

Let  the  last  general  flame  arise. 

And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies ; — 

6  Calm  as  the  summer’s  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see ; 

While  grace  secures  us  an  abode 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 


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FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

Prayer  heard^  and  Zion  restored. 

1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  ; 

Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t’  exalt  his  power. 

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2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes : 

Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again. 

And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  .Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 

Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name. 

And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne. 

With  pity  in  his  eyes ; 

He  hears  the  dying  pris’ners  groan. 

And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death ; 

And,  when  his  saints  complain. 


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It  shan’t  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

6  This  shall  be  known,  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record ; 

That  ages,  yet  unborn,  may  read, 

And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
A  Prayer  for  the  Afflicted. 


1  HEAR  me,  O  God  !  nor  hide  thy  face ; 

But  answer,  lest  I  die ; 

Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

2  As  on  some  lonely  building’s  top. 

The  sparrow  tells  her  moan. 

Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 

I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 


3  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

O  my  eternal  God ! 

Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 


4  Thou  wilt  arise  and  show  thy  face. 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th’  appointed  hour  of  grace, 

That  long-expected  day. 

5  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And,  by  mysterious  ways, 

Redeems  the  pris’ners  doomed  to  die  ; 

And  fills  their  tongues  with  praise. 

no  THIRD  PART,  C  M. 

V//C.  God  unchangeable  amid  Changes  of  Creation. 

1  THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same. 

O  thou  eternal  God  ! 

Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 

And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth. 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 

By  thee,  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven, 

With  matchless  skill, was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodlv  frame  of  things. 

Formed  by  thy  powerful  hand, 

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Be,  like  a  vesture  laid  aside, 

And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections  all  divine, 
Eternal  as  thy  days. 

Through  everlasting  ages  shine. 
With  undiminished  rays. 


7s. 


1  HEAR  my  prayer,  Jehovah  !  hear ; 

Listen  to  my  humble  cries ; 

See  the  day  of  trouble  near ; 

Heavy  on  my  soul  it  lies. 

2  Hide  not,  then,  thy  gracious  face. 

When  the  storm  around  me  falls  ; 

Hear  me,  O  thou  God  of  grace ! 

In  the  time  thy  servant  calls. 

3  Earth  and  hell  their  censures  pour, 

Madly  rage  against  my  soul : 

When  my  God  appears  no  more. 

Who  their  fury  can  control  I 

4  Hide  not,  then,  thy  gracious  face. 

When  the  storm  around  me  falls ; 

Hear  me,  O  thou  God  of  grace  ! 

Hear  me  when  thy  servant  calls. 

FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

yj  O  •  The  Goodness  and  Mercy  of  God  celebrated. 

1  BLESS,  O  my  soul !  the  living  God, 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers,  within  me,  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul  !  the  God  of  grace ; 

His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  : 

Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  1 

3  ’T  is  he,  my  soul !  who  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done : 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confess. 

Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  : 


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The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join, 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

.  tJ  •  Forgiveness — gentle  Chastisement. 

1  THE  Lord, — how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne ; 

And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens,  above  our  head ; 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  hath  nature  placed, 

The  rising  morning  from  the  west. 

As  his  forgiving  grace  removes' 

The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

4  How  slowly  doth  his  wrath  arise ! 

On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies ; 

And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn. 

How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  But  his  eternal-  love  is  sure  ; 

To  all  the  saints  it  shall  endure  : 

From  age  to  age,  his  truth  shall  reign ; 

Nor  children’s  children  hope  in  vain. 


1  AO  first  part,  s.m. 

Mercies  of  God. 

1  OH  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 


2  Oh  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  ’T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

’T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

’T  is  he  who  heals  thy  sicknesses. 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 


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He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th’  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grao*^, 
By  his  beloved  Son. 


SECOND  PART,  S.  M. 
Praise  to  God  for  his  Mercies. 


1  OH  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
His  grace  to  thee  proclaim ; 
And  ail  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 


2  Oh  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind ; 
Forget  not  all  his  benefits : 

The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

3  He  will  not  always  chide  ; 

He  will  with  patience  wait ; 
His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 
And  ready  to  abate. 

4  He  pardons  all  thy  sins. 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 
He  healeth  thy  infirmities. 

And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 


5  Then  bless  his  holy  name. 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole ; 
Whose  loving-kindness  crowns  thy  days 
Oh  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 


THIRD  PART,  S.  M. 
Mercy  in  the  midst  of  Judg'fnent. 


1  MY  soul !  repeat  his  praise. 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  readv  to  abate. 


2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread  ; 


PSALMS. 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west. 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  who  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning-flower ; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o’er  the  field, 

It  withers  in  an  hour. 

6  But  thy  compassions.  Lord  ! 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children’s  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

1  AO  FOURTH  PART,  S.  M. 

God’s  Dominion ;  or^  angelic  Praist. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 

Hath  fixed  his  throne  on  high ; 

O’er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels  !  great  in  might, 

And  swift  to  do  his  will. 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear,* 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfill. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray. 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works. 

Through  his  vast  kingdom,  show 
Their  Meter’s  glory,  thou,  my  soul ! 
Shalt  sing  his  graces  too. 


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L.  M. 


God’s  Majesty  as  the  Creator  and  sovereign  King, 

^  great  Creator  praise ; 

When  clothed  in  his  celestial  rays, 

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PSALMS. 


He  in  full  majesty  appears, 

And,  like  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 

2  The  heavens  are  for  his* curtains  spread; 
Th’  unfathomed  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  dies, 

On  winged  storms,  across  the  skies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  inspires. 
His  ministers,  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  move. 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  ! 

All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word ; 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stand. 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

5  The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke. 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke ; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face. 

And  tell  their  wants  to  sovereign  grace. 

6  In  thee,  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet. 

And  make  my  meditations  sweet ; 

Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ. 

Till  it  expire  in  endless  joy. 


c.  M. 

Covenant  with  Abraham  remembered. 


1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name. 

And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 

Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2  His  covenant,  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  numerous  ages  past. 

To  numerous  ages  yet  behind. 

In  equal  force  shall .  ast. 

3  He  sware  to  Abraham  and  his  seed. 

And  made  the  blessings  sure  ; 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read. 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round, 

Securely  they  removed ; 

And  haughty  kings,  who  on  them  frowned, 
Severely  he  reproved. 


PSALMS. 


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5  Thus  guarded  by  th’  almighty  hand, 

The  chosen  tribes  possessed 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promised  land, 
And  there  enjoyed  their  rest. 

6  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 

The  church  renounce  her  fear ; 
Israel  must  live  through  every  age. 
And  be  th’  Almighty’s  care. 


7s. 

Encouragement  to  seek  God. 


1  OH  !  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord  ; 

All  his  wondrous  deeds  proclaim: 
Every  tongue  his  praise  record ; 

Every  heart  adore  his  name. 

2  Seek  the  Lord,  his  grace  implore. 

On  his  love  your  trust  repose  ; 

Seek  his  presence  evermore  ; 

There  lay  down  your  cares  and  woes. 

3  Ye,  who  make  the  Lord  your  choice, 

Call  to  mind  his  works  of  love ; 

Tell  his  wonders,  and  rejoice 
In  your  King  who  reigns  above. 

4  Thou,  O  Lord  !  art  true  and  just ; 

Thou  wilt  crown,  with  sure  success, 
All  the  waiting  souls  that  trust 
In  thy  love  and  faithfulness. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

God  praised  for  his  Goodness  and  Mercy. 


1  OH  !  render  thanks  to  God  above. 

The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 

Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past. 
Has  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express. 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  1 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise '? 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor.  Lord  ! 

Thou  to  thy  chosen  doth  afibrd  ; 

When  thou  rclurnest  to  set  them  free, 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 


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4  Oh  !  render  thanks  to  God  above, 

The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 

Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past. 
Has  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

•  Praise  to  Gad  for  his  Greatness  and  Mercy. 


1  TO  God,  the  great,  the  ever-blessed. 

Let  songs  of  honor  be  addressed  ; 

His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands  ; 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

^  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  1 
Who  shall  fulfill  thy  boundless  praise  1 — 
Blest 'are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still. 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob’s  race,  thy  chosen  seed  ; 

And,  with  the  same  sah’^tion,  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  Oh  t  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice : 
This  is  my  glory.  Lord  !  to  be 
Joined  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 


s.  M. 


Israel  punished  and  pardoned. 


1  GOD  of  eternal  love  ! 

How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 

And  yet,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace  I 

2  They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought. 

And  then  thy  praise  they  sung  : 

But  soon  iliy  works  of  power  forgot. 

And  murrrrared  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  thev  believe  his  wrord, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow. 

Now  with  their  sins  provoke  the  Lord, 
Till  he  reduced  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourned  their  faults. 

He  hearkened  to  their  groans  ; 

Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts 
And  called  them  still  his  sons. 


PSALMS, 


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5  Their  names  were  in  his  book ; 

He  saved  them  from  their  foes ; 

Oft  he  chastised,  but  ne’er  forsook, 

The  people  whom  he  chose. 

6  Let  Israel  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  loved  their  ancient  race  ; 

And  Christians  join  the  solemn  word, — 
Amen, — to  all  the  praise. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 


•  Israel  led  to  Canaan^  and  Christians  to  Heaven. 


1  GIVE  thanks  to  God — he  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love ; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known. 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record ; 

Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 

And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  So  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  sin’s  own  yoke,  and  Satan’s  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to -pass, — 

A  dangerous  and  a  tiresome  place. 

4  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way. 

He  guides  our  footsteps,  lest  we  stray ; 

He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand. 

And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

5  Oh  !  let  us,  then,  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 

How  great  his  works — how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  Seaman’s  Song. 


1  WOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad  I 

Go  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  seas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favor  of  the  wind : 

Till  God  commands, — and  tempests  rise. 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 


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3  When  land  is  far  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  ; 

His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

4  Oh  !  may  the  sons  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord. 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring. 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 


c.  M. 


Servants  of  God  safe. 


1  HOW  are  thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord  I 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 

Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help.  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 

Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt. 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When,  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne, 

High  on  the  broken  wave. 

They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 

Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid— the  winds  retire. 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 

'  The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command. 

At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears  and  deaths. 

Thy  goodness  we  ’ll  adore  ; 

We  ’ll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past ; 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 


FIRST  PART,  7s. 
Divine  Guidance. 


1  THANK  and  praise  Jehovah’s  name. 

For  his  mercies  firm  and  sure. 
From  eternity,  the  same. 

To  eternity,  endure. 

2  Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice. 

Gathered  out  of  every  land, 

As  the  people  of  his  choice. 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer’s  hand. 


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3  To  a  pleasant  land  he  brings, 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow, 
Where,  from  flowery  hills,  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  vallies  flow. 

4  Oh  !  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 

For  the  wonders  of  his  wprd, 

And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 


SECOND  PART,  7s. 


The  Dangers  of  the  Ocean. 


1  THEY  who  toil  upon  the  deep. 

And  in  vessels  light  and  frail. 

O’er  the  mighty  waters  sweep. 

With  the  billow  and  the  gale, 

Mark  what  wonders  God  performs, — 
When  he  speaks,  and,  unconfined. 
Rush  to  battle  all  his  storms. 

In  the  chariots  of  the  wind. 

2  Up  to  heaven  their  bark  is  whirled, 

On  the  mountain  of  the  wave  ; 
Down  as  suddenly ’t  is  hurled 
To  th’  abysses  of  the  grave  ; 

To  and  fro  they  reel — they  roll. 

As  intoxicate  with^wine  ; 

Terrors  paralize  their  soul. 

Helm  they  quit,  and  hope  resign. 

3  Then  unto  the  Lord  they  cry  ; 

He  inclines  a  gracious  ear. 

Sends  deliverance  from  on  high. 
Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear : 
Oh  !  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 
For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 

For  the  wonders  of  his  word. 

And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 


c.  M. 


A  Morning- Song. 


1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  to  sound  his  praise, 

Awake,  my  harp  !  to  sing  ; 

Join,  all  my  powers  !  the  song  to  raise. 
And  morning-incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

-Vnci  through  the  nations  round, 


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Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare. 

And  there  his  name  resound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

Above  the  starry  frame  ; 

Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 

And  teach  the  world  thy  name. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice. 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 

While  sinners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice. 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 

1  OQ  ^ 

-L  \J •  Tht  Example  of  Christ. 

1  GOD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise  ! 

Thy  glory  is  my  song : 

Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

2  When,  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found. 

With  cruel  slanders,  false  and  vain, 
They  compassed  him  around. 

3  Their  miseries  his  compassion  move. 

Their  peace  he  still  pursued  ; 

They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 

And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  raged  without  a  cause ; 

Yet,  with  his  dying  breath, 

He  prayed  for  murderers  on  his  cross. 
And  blessed  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord  I  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes'? 

Give  me  a  soul  a-kin  to  thine. 

To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  shall  on  my  side  engage. 

And,  in  my  Saviour’s  name, 

I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage. 

Who  slander  and  condemn. 

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J-  JL  V/#  Christ  excdted  as  a  King  and  Sacionr. 

1  THUS  God,  th’  eternal  Father,  spake 
To  Christ, the  Son — “  Ascend  and  sit 


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At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  “  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 

Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand. 

Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed. 

And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  “That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 

When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 

Where  holiness,  in  beauty,  shines.” 

4  Oh !  blessed  power — Oh  !  glorious  day — 

How  large  a  victTy  shall  ensue  ; — 

And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 

Exceed  the  drops  of  morning-dew. 

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JL  •  Christ’s  Kingdom  and  Priesthood. 

1  JESUS,  our  Lord  !  ascend  thy  throne. 

And  near  thy  Father  sit : 

In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known. 

And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning-dew, 

And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore ; — 

“Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be. 

When  Aaron  is  no  more.” 


4  Jesus,  our  priest,  for  ever  lives. 

To  plead  for  us  above : 

Jesus,  our  king,  for  ever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

5  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head. 

And  his  high  throne  maintain  ; 

Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

The  Wisdom  of  God  in  his  Works, 


1  SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  my  almighty  God  ; 

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He  has  my  heart,  and  Y  <3  my  tongue, 

To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 

And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  most  exact  is  nature’s  frame  I 

How  wise  th’  eternal  mind ! 

His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme, 
That  his  first  thoughts  designed. 

4  When  he  redeemed  his  chosen  sons, 

He  fixed  his  covenant  sure ; 

The  orders,  that  his  lips  pronounce, 

To  endless  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heavenly  skill  proclaim : 

What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ] 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace. 

Is  our  divinest  skill ; 

And  he ’s  the  wisest  of  our  race, 

Who  best  obeys  thy  will. 

I  -|  ^  SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

[  X  i  »  Perfections  of  God. 

1  GREAT  is  the  Lord  his  works  of  might 

Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 

Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  childnm  foodi; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word. 

He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seal  his  covenant  sure  ; 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name  ; 

His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

4  Great  is  the  Lord  his  works  of  might 

Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 

Oh  !  let  th’  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 


PSALMS. 


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L.  M. 


Blessings  of  the  Charitable. 


1  THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  trusts  his  word ; 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend. 

And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 

2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind. 

To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined  ; 

He  lends  the  poor  some  preseid  aid. 

Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  His  soul,  well-fixed  upon  the  Lord, 

Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word ; 
Amid  the  darkness,  light  shall  rise, 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  his  eyes. 

4  He  hath  dispersed  his  alms  abroad  ; 

His  works  are  still  before  his  God ; 

His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 

Nor  shall  his  hope  of  heaven  be  vain. 


c.  M. 


Liberality  rewarded. 


1  HAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 

And  follows  his  commands  ; 

Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast. 

To  all  the  sons  of  need ; 

So  God  shall  answer  his  request. 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  In  times  of  danger  and  distress. 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine. 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

4.  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 

Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above. 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 


L.  P.  M. 


JL  /w  •  Blessings  of  the  liberal  Man. 

1  THAT  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law ; 

His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renowned ; 


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His  house  the  seat  of  wc^alth  shall  be, 

An  unexhausted  treasury, 

And  with  successive  honors  crowned. 

2  His  liberal  favors  he  extends  ; 

To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind : 

Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 

He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he ’s  just  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestowed. 
His  glory’s  future  harvest  sowed  : 

The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
Like  a  green  root  revives,  and  bears 
A  train  of  blessings  for  his  heirs. 

When  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust. 

4  Beset  with  threatening  dangers  round. 
Unmoved  shall  he  maintain  his  ground ; 

His  conscience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  soul,  that ’s  filled  with  virtue’s  light, 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction’s  night. 

And  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  hope. 

FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 


God,  sovereign  and  gracious. 


1  YE  servants  of  th’  almighty  King  I 
In  every  age  his  praises  sing ; 
Where’er  the  sun  shall  rise  or  set, 

The  nations  shall  his  praise  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majesty ; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  restrain. 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare. 

Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  1 
His  glories — how  divinely  bright. 

Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love  !  he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above  and  angels  do ; 

And  condescends,  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 


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•  5  From  dust,  and  cottages  obscure, 

His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor ; 

Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  sons, 

And  fits  them  for  their  heavenly  thrones. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
Praise  for  God’s  Condescension. 


1  SERVANTS  of  God  !  in  joyful  lays, 

Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  praise ; 

His  glorious  name  let  all  adore. 

From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 

^2  Blest  be  that  name,  supremely  blest, 

From  the  sun’s  rising  to  its  rest : 

Above  the  heavens  his  power  is  known ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  goodness  shown. 


3  Who  is  like  God  1 — so  great,  so  high. 
He  bows  himself  to  view  the  sky ; 
And  yet,  with  condescending  grace, 
Looks  down  upon  the  human  race. 

4  He  hears  the  uncomplaining  moan, 
Of  those  who  sit  and  weep  alone  ; 

He  lifts  the  mourner  from  the  dust. 
And  saves  the  poor  in  him  who  trust. 


5  Servants  of  God  !  in  joyful  lays, 
Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  praise  ; 
His  saving  name  let  all  adore, 

From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 


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7s. 

The  Condescension  of  God. 


1  HALLELUJAH  !  raise.  Oh !  raise 
To  our  God  the  song  of  praise : 
All  his  servants !  join  to  sing 
God,  our  Saviour,  and  our  King. 


2  Blessed  be  for  evermore 

That  dread  name  which  we  adore  \ 
Round  the  world  his  praise  be  sung. 
Through  all  lands,  in  every  tongue. 

3  O’er  all  nations  God  alone, — 

Higher  than  the  heavens  his  throne; 
Who  is  like  our  God  most  high, 
Infinite  in  majesty  1 

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4  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  he  bends 
Yea,  to  earth  he  condescends  ; 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great, 
For  the  low  and  desolate. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers, 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner’s  tears  : 
Such  the  wonders  of  his  ways ! 
Praise  his  name, — for  ever  praise. 


L.  P.  M. 

Majesty  and  Condescension  of  God. 


1  YE  who  delight  to  serve  the  Lord ! 

The  honors  of  his  name  record, 

His  sacred  name  for  ever  bless : 
Where’er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  seas  his  power  confess. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature’s  narrow  rounds. 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds ; 

The  heavens  are  far  below  his  height : 
Let  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Armed  with  his  uncreated  might. 


3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angels  do. 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  : 
His  sovereign  hand  exalts  the  poor ; 

He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door. 

And  fits  them  for  the  thrones  of  kings. 


L.  M. 

Miracles  attending  IsraeVs  Journey. 

1  WHEN  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh’s  hand, 
Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land. 

The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,  own 
Their  King, — and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 

The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way : 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled, 

With  backward  current,  to  his  head. 

3  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide— 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide! 

Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  1 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels? 


PSALMS. 


4  Let  every  mountain,  every  flood, 

Retire,  and  know  th’  appr^ching  God ! 
The  King  of  Israel — see  him  here  ! 
Tremble,  thou  earth  !  adore,  and  fear. 

L.  M. 

The  true  Ood  ;  our  hope  and  trust. 


1  NOT  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust, 

Not  to  ourselves  is  glory  due ; 

Eternal  God  !  thou  only  just. 

Thou  only  gracious,  wise  and  true ! 

2  The  God  we  serve  maintains  his  throne, 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies: 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done ; 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 


3  O  Israel  !  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest ; 

The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up,  .  f 
And  bless  the  people  and  the  -pw^st. 


4  The  dead  no  more  can  speak  thy  praise, 
They  dwell  in  silence  in  the  grave ; 
But  we  shall  live  to  sing  thy  grace. 

And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  save. 


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FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Grateful  Recollections. 


1  I  LOVE  the  Lord  ; — his  gracious  ear 
Was  opened  to  my  mournful  prayer  ; 
He  heard  my  supplicating  voice. 

And  bade  my  fainting  heart  rejoice.  • 

2  Return,  my  soul !  and  sweetly  rest 
On  thy  almighty  Father’s  breast ; 
The  riches  of  his  grace  adore, 

And  tell  his  wondrous  mercies  o’er. 


3  What  shall  1  render  to  the  Lordi 
Or  how  his  matchless  grace  record  1 
To  him  my  grateful  voice  I  ’ll  raise. 
And  pour  libations  to  his  praise. 

4  His  crowded  courts  shall  see  me  pay 
The  vows  of  my  distressful  day  ; 

In  life  and  death,  the  saints  shall  find 
Their  guardian  God  for  ever  kind. 


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116. 


SECOND  r\RT,  L.  M. 
The  Saint's  Rest. 


1  RETURN,  my  soul !  unto  thy  resh 

From  vain  pursuits  and  maddening  cares, 
From  hourly  woes  that  wring  thy  breast, 
The  world’s  allurements — Satan’s  snares. 

2  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul ! 

From  all  the  wanderings  of  thy  thought ; 
From  sickness  unto  death,  made  whole — 
Safe  through  a  thousand  perils  brought. 


3  Then  to  thy  rest,  my  soul !  return. 

From  passions  every  hour  at  strife ; 

Sin’s  works,  and  ways,  and  wages  spurn — 
Lay  hold  upon  eternal  life. 


4  God  is  thy  rest; — with  heart  inclined 
To  keep  his  word,  that  word'believe ; 
Christ  is  thy  rest ; — with  lowly  mind, 
His  light  and  easy  yoke  receive. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Thanks  for  restoring  Mercy. 


1  I  LOVE  the  Lord  ; — he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pitied  every  groan  ; 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 

I  ’ll  hasten  to  his  throne. 


2  I  love  the  Lord ; — he  bowed  his  ear, 

And  chased  my  griefs  away ; 

Oh  !  let  my  heart  no  more  despair 
While  1  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flesh  declined,  my  spirits  fell. 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 

While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplexed  my  wakeful  head. 

4  “  My  God,”  I  cried,  “  thy  servant  save, 

Thou  ever  good  and  just ! 

Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave — 
Thy  power  is  all  my  trust.” 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distressed, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  ; 

Return,  my  soul !  to  God  thy  rest 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 


PSALMS. 


6  My  God  hath  saved  my  soul  from  death, 
And  dried  my  falling  tears  ; 

Now  to  his  praise  I  ’ll  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

Vows  made  in  'I'vouble^  paid  in  the  Church. 


1  WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  1 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 

My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house. 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid ; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight. 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 

How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight — 
How  precious  is  their  blood  I 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are — 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 

My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care. 
Lord  !  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine— for  ever  thine ; 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 

Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow. 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 

Witness,  ye  saints  !  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


Help  from  God  in  Time  of  Trouble. 


1  O  THOU  God  who  hearest  prayer, 
Every  hour  and  every  where ! 
Listen  to  my  feeble  breath. 

Now  I  touch  the  gates  of  death  ; 

For  his  sake  whose  blood  1  plead. 

Hear  me  in  the  hour  of  need. 

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2  Hear  and  save  me,  gracious  Lord ! 
For  my  trust  is  in  thy  word ; 


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Wash  me  from  the  stain  of  sin, 

That  thy  peace  may  rule  within ; 

May  I  know  myself  thy  child, 
Ransomed,  pardoned,  reconciled. 

3  Thou  art  merciful  to  save — 

Thou  hast  snatched  me  from  the  grave ; 
I  would  kiss  the  chastening  rod, 

O  my  Father  and  my  God ! 

Only  hide  not  now  thy  face, 

God  of  all-sufficient  grace  ! 


4  Leave  me  not,  my  strength,  my  trust ! 
Oh  !  remember  I  am  dust : 

Leave  me  not  again  to  stray ; 

Leave  me  not  the  tempter’s  prey  ; 

Fix  my  heart  on  things  above  ; 

Make  me  happy  in  thy  love. 


L.  M. 

Exhortation  to  Universal  Praise. 


,  1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. 

Let  the  Creator’s  praise  arise ; 

<  Let  the  Redeemer’s  name  be  sung. 

Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord ! 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  "from  shore  to  shore 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


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C.  M. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  Nations. 


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O  ALL  ye  nations  !  praise  the  Lord, 
Each  with  a  different  tongue  ; 

In  every  language  learn  his  word. 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land. 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 

For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand, — 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 


s.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  Truth  and  Grace. 

1  THY  name,  almighty  Lord  ! 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  ; 


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Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine. honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 

Till  morning-light,  and  evening-shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

H.  M. 

Universal  Praise. 

1  JEHOVAH’S  praise  sublime 

Through  the  wide  earth  be  sung  ; 

Ye  realms  of  every  clime  1 
Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ! 

His  inlinite  compassion  bless — 

His  ever-during  faithfulness. 

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•  Praise  f  rom  all  Lands. 

1  ALL  ye  nations  !  praise  the  Lord  ; 

All  ye  lands  !  your  voices  raise ; 
Heaven  and  earth  !  with  loud  accord. 
Praise  the  Lord— for  ever  praise. 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 

Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 

Like  his  own  eternity. 

3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love  ! 

Praise  him,  from  the  depths  beneath ; 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above  ; 

Praise  your  Maker, — all  that  breathe! 

L.  M. 

•  A  new  Song  of  Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  LO  !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 

The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ! 

But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God  !  the  work  is  all  divine, — 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ! 

This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine — 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners  !  rejoice,  and, saints  !  be  glad  ; 

Hosanna  !  let  his  name  be  blest : 


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A  thousand  honors,  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest ! 

4  In  God’s  own  name,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 

Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King, 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  songs  of  praise. 

-1  Q  FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

-1  ®  Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 

1  THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  sons  of  earth  can  do, 

Since  heaven  affords  its  aid. 

2  ’T  is  safer.  Lord  !  to  hope  in  thee. 

And  have  m)^  God  my  friend. 

Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 

And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  ’T  is  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong. 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 

While  his  salvation  is  my  song. 

How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Joy  to  the  saints,  and  peace  belongs ; 

The  Lord  protects  their  days ; 

Let  Israel  tune  immortal  songs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Public  PraUe  f  r  Deliverance. 


1  LORD  !  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry, 
And  rescued  from  the  grave  ; — 

Now  shall  he  live — for  none  can  die. 
Whom  God  resolves  to  save. 


2  Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before. 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 

Thy  hand,  that  hath  chastised  him  sore, 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now. 

For  we  will  worship  there ; 

The  house  where  all  the  righteous  go 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th’  assemblies  of  thy  saints, 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raise ; 


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Here  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  here  we  speak  thy  praise. 


THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

Christj  the  Fouiidation  of  his  Church. 


1  BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation-stone, 

Which  God,  in  Zion,  lays 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon. 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear ; 

And  saints  adore  his  name  : 

They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here. 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest. 

Reject  it  with  disdain ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 


4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood  1 
Yet  must  the  building  rise : 

’T  is  thine  own  work,  almighty  God  ! 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 


FOURTH  PART,  C.  M. 
T^e  Lord’s  Day. 


1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 

Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead. 

And  Satan’s  empire  fell ; 

To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 


3  Hosanna  to  th’  anointed  King, 

To  David’s  holy  Son  : 

Help  us,  O  Lord  !  descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men, 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father’s  name. 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna,  in  the  highest  strains. 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 

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The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

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-1-  ^  •  Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  SEE,  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse  ! 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 

As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord  !  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  ; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine  ; 

This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day. 

That  our  Redeemer  made  : 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray ; 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David’s  royal  blood  ; 

Bless  him,  ye  saints  ! — he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays  ; 

And  offer  on  thine  altar.  Lord  ! 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

-I  -1  Q  FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

X.  .L  »  Afflictions  sanctified. 

1  FATHER  !  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand, — 

How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 

That  forced  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wandering  soul  to  God. 

2  ’T  is  good  for  me  to  bear  the  yoke. 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell ; 

’T  is  good  to  bear  my  Father’s  stroke. 
That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well.  ' 

3  The  law,  that  issues  from  thy  mouth. 

Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more 


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Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south, 

Or  richest  hills  of  golden  ore. 

4  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  Spirit  formed  my  "soul  within  ; 

Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name. 

And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 

5  Then  all,  who  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 

In  my  salvation  shall  rejoice  ; 

For  I  have  trusted  in  thy  word. 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

1  Q  SECOND  part,  L.  M. 

-I-  ^  •  Afflictions  sanctified  by  the  Word. 

1  OH !  how  I  love  thy  holy  word. 

Thy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord  ! 

It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way  ; 

I  think  upon  it  all  the  day. 

2  What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth. 

The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health  ? 
What  are  all  joys,  compared  with  those. 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows  ? 

3  Long  unafflicted,  undismayed. 

In  pleasure’s  path  secure  I  strayed : 

Thou  madest  me  feel  thy  chastening  rod, 

And  straight  I  turned  unto  my  God. 

4  What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting  heart  1 
I  bless  the  hand  that  caused  the  smart , 

It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow. 

But  saved  me  from  eternal  wo. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

Blessedness  of  /Saints. 


1  BLEST  are  the  undefiled  in  heart, 
Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart. 
But  fly  from  every  sin. 


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2  Blest  are  the  men  who  keep  thy  word. 

And  practice  thy  commands  ; 

With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  the  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law, 

How  firm  their  souls  abide  ! 


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Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

4  Then  shall  rny  heart  have  inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 
When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 

And  honor  all  thy  name. 


SECOND  TART,  C.  M. 
Coiistani  Converse  with  God. 


1  TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
My  gracious  God  !  I  pray  ; 

I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 

'  And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 


2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace  ; 

Thy  promise  bears  me  up : 

And,  while  salvation  long  delays. 

Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  T  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 

Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praise  from  me. 

4  When  midnight-darkness  veils  the  skies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise. 

And  sweet  acceptance  find. 


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THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 
Sincei'ity  and  Obedience. 


1  THOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  t 
Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 

My  heart  makes  haste  t’  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 


2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth. 

And  glory  in  my  choice ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  set  before  mine  eyes  ; 

Thence  1  derive  my  daily  strength, 
x\nd  there  my  comfort  lies. 


4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path 
I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 


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Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 

And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  thine, — for  ever  thine  ; — 

Oh  !  save  thy  servant.  Lord  !i 
Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding-place. 

My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

1  Q  FOURTH  PART,  C.  M. 

^  •  Instruction  from  the  Scriptures. 

1  HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rule  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind. 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad  ; 

The  meanest  souls  instruction  find. 

And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  ’T  is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 

And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise ; 

I  hate  the  sinner’s  road ; 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God ! 

5  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth ; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 

That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth. 
And  well  support  our  age. 


FIFTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Delight  in  the  Law, 


1  OH  !  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 

’T  is  daily  my  delight ; 

And  thence  my  m'^ditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 

My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord  ! 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  ’ 


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And,  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home  1 

’T  is  my  perpetual  feast ; 

Not  honey,  droj)ping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  delights  my  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 
For  loads  of  silver  well -refined. 

Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, — 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 


SIXTH  PART,  C.  M. 


•  Conflict  with  Sin,  and  Comfort  from  the  Word. 


1  LORD  !  Lesteem  thy  judgments  right. 

And  all  thy  statutes  just : 

Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 
With  every  flattering  lust. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey ; 

I  keep  thy  law  in  sight. 

Through  all  the  business  of  the  day 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight-silence  cries, — 

“How  sweet  thy  comforts  be  !’’ 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rise, 

And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

4  And  when  my  spirit  drinks  her  fill 

At  some  good  word  of  thine. 

Not  mighty  men  that  share  the  spoil, 
Have  joys  compared  with  mine. 


SEVENTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Excellency  of  the  Scriptures. 


1  LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 

To  form  one  perfect  book ; 

Great  God  !  if  once  compared  with  thine. 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven. 


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Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  I  Ve  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 

How  short  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 

But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness  . 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


EIGHTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Comfort  from  the  Bible. 


1  LORD  !  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage ; 

There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I  ’ll  read  the  hist’ries  of  thy  love. 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight. 

While  through  the  promises  I  rove. 

With  ever-fresh  delight. 

3  ’T  is  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise  ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown. 

And. hidden  glory  lies: —  ' 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have  ; 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest : — 

Our  fairest  hope,  beyond  the  grave, 

And  our  eternal  rest. 


NINTH  PART  C.  M. 


Teaching  of  the  Spirit  with  the  Word. 


1  THY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  ! 

How  good  thy  works  appear ! 

Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word. 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

2  Since  I ’m  a  stranger  here  below. 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid ; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go. 
And  be  my  constant  guide. 


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3  When  I  confessed  my  wandering  ways, 

Thou  heardest  my  soul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

4  When  I  have  learned  my  Father’s  will, 

I  ’ll  teach  the  world  his  ways : 

My  thankful  lips,  inspired  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praise. 


TENTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Pleading  tcith  God. 


1  BEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord  I 

Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 

Remember  and  conllrm  thy  word. 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down. 

And  promised  quickening  grace  1 
Does  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne  1 — 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail ; 

Oh  !  bear  thy  servant  up  ; 

Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail. 

That  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lordi 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 

Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward. 

And  trust,  as  well  as  fear. 


ELEVENTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Breathing  after  Holmess. 


1  OH  !  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ; 

Oh  !  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will. 

2  Oh  !  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Or  act  the  liar’s  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design. 

Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 


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4.  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord ! 

But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soiil  hath  gone  too  far  astray. 

My  feet  too  often  slip ; 

Yet  since  I 've  not  forgot  thy  way. 
Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands — 

’T  is  a  delightful  road ; 

Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 
Otfend  against  my  God. 


TWELFTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Confession  and  Prayer. 


1  MY  God  !  consider  my  distress. 

Let  mercy  plead  my  cause ; 

Though  I  have  sinned  against  thy  grace, 
I  can ’t  forget  thy  laws. 

2  Forbid, — forbid  the  sharp  reproach. 

Which  I  so  justly  fear ; 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes. 

Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 

3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord  !  for  me. 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress ; 

But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 
The  shinings  of  thy  face. 

4  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows.  Lord ! 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same ; 

Thy  tender  mercies  still  afford 
To  those  that  love  thy  name. 


THIRTEENTH  PART,  C.  M. 

•  Holy  Fear,  and.  Tenderness  of  Conscience. 


1  WITH  my  whole  heart  I  Ve  sought  thy  face  ; 

Oh  !  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands.  O  God  of  grace  ! 

Nor  tread  the  sinner’s  way-. 

2  Tliy  word  I’ve  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean. 

And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  every  rising  sin. 

3  I ’m  a  companion  of  the  saints. 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 


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My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints. 

When  men  trangress  thy  word. 

4  My  heart  with' sacred  reverence  hears 

The  threatenings  of  thy  word; 

My  flesh,  with  holy  trembling,  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

5  My  God !  I  long,  I  hope,  T  wait 

-  For  thy  salvation  still ; 

While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 

And  I  obey  thy  will. 

1  1  n  FOURTEENTH  PART,  C.  M. 

X  J.  Bertejit  of  Affliction. 

1  CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows,  Lord  1 

And  thy  deliverance  send  ; 

My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints  ; 

When  will  my  troubles  end  1 

2  Yet  I  have  found ’t  is  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father’s  rod ; 

Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 

And  live  upon  my  God. 

3  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight, 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled. 

My  soul,  oppressed  with  sorrow’s  weight. 
Had  sunk  among  the  dead. 

4  I  know  thy  judgments.  Lord  !  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe  ; 

The  sharpest  sufferings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

5  Before  I  knew  thy  chastening  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray  ; 

But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 

Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 


FIFTEENTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Piotis  Resolutions. 


1  OH  !  that  thy  statutes  every  hour 

Mi?ht  dwe’ll  upon  my  mind  : 
Thence  I  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord  ! 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 


PSALMS. 


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My  soul  shall  ne’er  forget  thy  word 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan’s  hateful  chains, 

And  set  my  feet  at  large  ! 

4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 

Thy  statutes  and  thy  name  ; 

I  ’ll  speak  thy  word,  though  kings  should  near, 

Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 


SIXTEENTH  PART,  C.  M. 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 


119 


1  MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ; 

Lord  !  give  me  life  divine  ; 

From  vain  desires  and  every  lust. 

Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 

Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race. 

Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still. 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  1 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  1 

4  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  1 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move. 
Without  enlivening  grace  1 

5  Then  shall  I  love  thy 'gospel  more, 

And  ne’er  forget  thy  word  ; 

When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 


SEVENTEENTH  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Bible,  our  Light. 


119 


1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts. 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 


204 


PSALMS. 


Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts/ 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way. 

Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  heaven’s  eternal  day. 

-j  Q  EIGHTEENTH  PART,  C.  M. 

The  Spirit  and  the  Word. 

1  THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word. 

And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 

It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; — 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand,  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 

His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, — 

They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine. 

For  such  a  bright  display, 

.  As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  1  love. 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 

In  brighter  worlds  above. 


119. 


S.  M. 

The  Bible^  the  Guide  of  the  Young. 


1  WITH  humble  heart  and  tongue. 

My  God  !  to  thee  I  pray  : 

Oh  !  bring  me  now,  while  I  am  young, 
To  thee,  the  living  w^ay. 


2  Make  an  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth. 
And  flee  from  every  snare. 


3 


heart,  to  folly  prone, 
enew  by  power  divine  ; 


PSALMS. 


205 


Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

4  Oh  !  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 

Be  this,  through  all  my  folPwing  days,' 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

5  To  what  thy  laws  impart. 

Be  my  whole  soul  inclined ; 

Come,  Saviour  !  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 


c.  M. 


•  Cmnplainl  of  Strife,  and  Desire  for  Peace. 


1  THOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-blest ! 

Pity  my  suffering  state  ; 

When  wilt  thou  set  my  soul  at  rest, 

From  lips  that  love  deceit  1 

2  Oh  !  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place. 

How  would  1  choose  to  dwell 
In  some  wide  lonesome  wilderness. 

And  leave  these  gates  of  hell ! 

3  Peace  is  the  blessing  that  I  seek ; 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 

I  am  for  peace, — but  when  I  speak. 

They  all  declare  for  arms. 

4  Should  burning  arrows  smite  them  through, 

Strict  justice  would  approve  ; 

But  I  would  rather  spare  my  foe. 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

pi  L  M. 

^  ®  God's  guardian  Care. 

1  HE  lives — the  everlasting  God, 

Who  built  the  world,  who  spread  the  flood  ; 
The  heavens,  with  all  their  host,  he  made. 
Arid  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

2  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way ; 

His  morning-smiles  adorn  the  day  ; 

He  spreads  the  evening- veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

3  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest. 

May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 


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206  PSALMS. 

Thy  holy  guardian’s  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 

4  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day, 

Nor  the  pale  moon,  with  sickly  ray. 
Shall  blast  thy  couch ; — no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

5  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn. 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return. 

Safe  in  the  Lord his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

6  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power : 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 

Angels,  who  trace  the  airy  road, 

Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  Ood. 


121. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Confidence  in  God. 


1  TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  • 

The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  skies. 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall. 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep  ; 

His  ear  attends  the  softest  call ; 

His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 


3  Israel !  rejoice,  and  rest  secure ; 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 


4  No  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  his  leave  to  smite  ; 

He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon. 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

5  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 

Go  and  return,  secure,  from  death. 

Till  God  commands  thee  home. 


121 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

,  Help  in  God. 

1  encompassed  with  ten  thousand  ills. 
Pressed  by  pursuing  foes. 


PSALMS. 


207 


I  lift  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills, 

From  whence  salvation  flows. 

2  My  help  is  from  the  Lord,  who  made 

And  governs  earth  and  sky  ; 

I  look  to  his  almighty  aid, 

And  ever-watching  eye. 

3  He,  who  thy  soul  in  safety  keeps, 

Shall  drive  destruction  hence ; 

The  Lord,  thy  keeper,  never  sleeps, 
The  Lord  is  thy  defence. 

4  The  sun,  with  his  afflictive  light. 

Shall  harm  thee  not  by  day  ;  ^ 

Nor  thee  the  moon  molest  by  night. 
Along  thy  tranquil  way. 

5  Thee  shall  the  Lord  preserve  from  sin, 

And  comfort  in  distress  ; 

Thy  going-out  and  coming-in 
The  Lord,thy  God, shall  bless. 

H.  M. 

God^  our  Protector, 

1  TO  God  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

From  him  is  all  my  aid ; 

The  God  who  built  the  skies, 

A  And  earth  and  nature  made  • 

God  is  the  tower 
To  which  1  fly ; 

His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares  ; 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears : 

Those  wakeful  eyes, 

-  That  never  sleep. 

Shall  Israel  keep. 

When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day. 

Nor  blasts  of  evening-air, 

Shall  take  my  health  away. 

If  God  be  with  me  the»-e  : 


208 


PSALMS. 


1 


2 


3 


4 


Thou  art  my  sun, 

And  thou  my  shade, 

To  guard  my  head. 

By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  giVen  thy  word, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ] 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 

I  ’ll  go  and  come. 

Nor  fear  to  die. 

Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


7s. 


Israel's  Keeper. 


INTERVAL  of  grateful  shade  ! 

W elcome  to  my  wearied  head  : 
Welcome,  slumber  !  to  mine  eyes. 
Tired  with  glaring  vanities. 

That  kind  eye,  which  cannot  sleep, 
These  defenceless  hours  shall  keep ; 
By  my  heavenly  Father  blest. 

Thus  I  give  my  powers  to  rest. 

What  if  death  my  sleep  invade, 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  1 
While  encircled  by  thine  arm. 

Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labor  rest : 
Welcome,  sleep  or  death,  to  me, — 
Still  secure,  if  still  with  thee. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

Going  to  Church. 


HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, — 

“In  Zion  let  us  all  appear. 

And  keep  the  solemn  day.” 

I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace. 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 


1 


2 


3 


4 


PSALMS. 


vm 


3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 

The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints. 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place. 

And  joy  a  constant  guest !  ^ 

With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 


6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still. 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 

Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell,  . 
Here  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 


V 

SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

Public  Worship  on  the  Sabbath. 


1  WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day. 
Which  God  has  called  his  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
d’o  worship  at  his  throne. 


2  Thy  chosen  temple.  Lord  !  how  fair  ' 
Where  willing  voPries  throng. 

To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 


3  Spirit  of  grace  !  Oh  !  deign  to  dwell 
Within  thy  church  below  ; 

Make  her  in  holiness  excel — 

With  pure  devotion  glow. 


4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite 
To  spread,  with  grateful  zeal,  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God  !  we  hail  the  sacred  day. 

Which  thou  hast  called  thine  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  thy  throne. 

18* 


210 


PSALMS. 


The  Sabbath  and  the  Sanctuary. 


C.  P.  M.  . 


1  THE  festal  morn,  my  God  !  is  come, 

That  calls  me  to  thy  sacred  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore  : 

My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend. 

With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend, 

And  tread  the  hallowed  floor. 

2  With  holy  joy  I  hail  the  day. 

That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away  ; 

What  transports  fill  my  breast ! 

For,  lo  !  my  great  Redeemer’s  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door. 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest. 

3  E’en  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes. 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise ; 

E’en  now,  with  glad  survey, 

I  view  her  mansions  that  contain 
Th  ’  angelic  forms, — an  awful  train, — 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

4  Hither,  from  earth’s  remotest  end,  ^ 

Lo  !  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend. 

Their  tribute  hither  bring  ; 

Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy. 

In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ. 
And  hail  th’  immortal  King. 


s.  p.  M. 


Going  to  Church. 


1  HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 

To  hear  the  people  cry, — 

“  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !”  ' 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal. 

We  haste  to  Zion’s  hill. 

And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion  !  thrice  happy  place. 

Adorned  witli  wondrous  grace. 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel’s  joyful  sound. 


PSALMS. 


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3  Here  David’s  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne  ; 

Pie  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here  : 

He  bids  the  saint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 

And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate. 

And  joy  within  thee  'wait. 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest: 

The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace. 

And  wishes  thine  increase — 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows  ; — 

“  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !” 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell: 
And,  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode. 

My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

c.  M. 

Pleading  with  Submission. 

1  O  THOU  !  whose  grace  and  justice  reign, 

Enthroned  above  the  skies. 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain ; 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  servants  watch  their  master’s  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  stroke  ; 

Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand. 

And  wait  a  peaceful  look  ; — 

3  So  for  our  sins  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  6  God  ! 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  still. 

Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies  ; 

T^his'thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, — 
That  God  will  not  despise. 

1 

^  •  Wailing  on  God. 

1  liORD  !  before  thy  throne  we  bend ; 

Now  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend  : 


212 


PSALMS. 


Servants,  to  our  Master  true, 

Lo  !  we  yield  thee  homage  due  : 
Children,  to  thy  throne  we  fly, 
Abba — Father  !  hear  our  cry. 

2  Low  before  thee.  Lord  !  we  bow. 
We  are  weak — but  mighty  thou  : 
Sore  distressed,  yet  suppliant  still. 
Here  we  wait  thy  holy  will , 
Bound  to  earth  and  rooted  here. 
Till  our  Saviour-God  appear. 

3  Leave  us  not  beneath  the  power 
Of  temptation’s  darkest  hour : 
Swift  to  seal  their  captives’  doom. 
See  our  foes  exulting  come  ! 

Jesus,  Saviour !  yet  be  nigh. 

Lord  of  life  and  victory. 


L.  M. 

Song  for  Deliverance. 


1  HAD  not  the  Lord, — may  Israel  say, — 

Had  not  the  Lord  maintained  our  side, 
When  men  to  make  our  lives  a  prey. 

Rose  like  the  swelling  of  the  tide  ; — 

2  The  swelling  tide  had  stopped  our  breath  ; 

So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll. 

We  had  been  swallowed  deep  in  death, — 
Proud  waters  had  o’erwhelmed  our  soul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  shout  and  sing. 

Who  just  escaped  the  fatal  stroke  ; 

So  flies  the  bird,  with  cheerful  wing, 

When  once  the  fowler’s  snare  is  broke. 

4  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah’s  name. 

Who  formed  the  earth,  and  built  the  skies: 
He,  who  upholds  that  wondrous  frame. 

Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 

FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 


7%e  SatnVs  Safety. 


1  UNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill. 
And  firm  as  mountains  stand. 
Firm  as  a  rock,  the  soul  shall  rest. 
That  trusts  th’  almighty  hand. 


PSALMS. 


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2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  so  well 

Old  Salem’s  happy  ground. 

As  those  eternal  arms  of  love. 

That  every  saint  surround. 

3  Deal  gently.  Lord  !  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on  ,  ^ 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise. 

Where  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  gone. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Safety  of  the  Saints. 


1  WHO  make  the  Lord  of  hosts  their  tower. 
Shall  like  Mount  Zion  be. 

Immoveable  by  mortal  power, — 

Built  on  eternity. 


2  As  round  about  Jerusalem, 

The  guardian  mountains  stand, 
So  shall  the  Lord  encompass  them 
Who  hold  by  his  right  hand. 


3  The  rod  of  wickedness  shall  ne’er 

Against  the  just  prevail. 

Lest  innocence  should  find  a  snare. 
And  tempted  virtue  fail. 

4  Do  good,  O  Lord !  do  good  to  those 

Who  cleave  to  thee  in  heart, 

Who  on  thy  truth  alone  repose, 

Nor  from  thy  law  depart. 

5  While  rebel-souls,  who  turn  aside, 

Thine  anger  shall  destroy, 

Do  thou  in  peace  thy  people  guide 
To  thine  eternal  joy. 

9^  S.  M. 

/wty  •  The  Saint’s  Safety  in  Trial. 

1  FIRM  and  unmoved  are  they, 

Who  rest  their  souls  on  God  ; 

Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 

The  city’s  sacred  ground. 

So  God,  and  his  almighty  love. 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 


PSALMS. 


214 

3  What  though  the  Father’s  rod 

Drop  a  chastising  stroke  1 
Yet,  lest  it  wound  their  souls  too  deep, 

Its  fury  shall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord  !  with  those 

Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, — 

Whose  hope  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  heart  sincere. 

1  T/ie  God  of  Zion. 

1  ZION  stands  with  hills  surrounded, — 

Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  : 

All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded. 

Though  the  world  in  arms  combine  : — 
Happy  Zion  ! 

What  a  favored  lot  is  thine. 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish. 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove. 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish. 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah’s  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee. 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright ; 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 

Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee  : — 

God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

L.  M. 

Joyful  Change. 

1  WHEN  God,  from  sin’s  captivity. 

Sets  his  afflicted  people  free, — 

Lost  in  amaze,  their  mercies  seem 
The  transient  raptures  of  a  dream. 

2  But  soon  their  ransomed  souls  rejoice, 

And  mirth  and  music  swell  their  voice, 

Till  foes  confess,  nor  dare  condemn, 

“  The  Lord  hath  done  great  things  for  them.” 

3  They  catch  the  strain  and  answer  thus — 
“The  Lord  hath  done  great  things  for  us, 
Whence  gladness  fills  our  hearts,  and  songs 
Sweet  and  spontaneous,  wake  our  tongues.’* 


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4  Who  sow  in  tears  shall  reap  in  joy  : 
Nought  shall  the  precious  seed  aestroy ; 
Not  long  the  weeping  exiles  roam, 

But  bring  their  sheaves  rejoicing  home. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  iM. 

The  Change  effected  by  Grace. 


1  WHEN  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 

My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 

Tlie  grace  appeared  so' great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 

My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  “Great  is  the  work  !” — my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  thy  power  divine  ; 

“  Great  is  the  work  !” — my  heart  replied, — 
“And  be  the  glory  thine.” 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those,  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  : 

They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great. 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

SECOND  PART,  C  M. 


The  mercy  of  God  to  his  People. 


1  YE  servants  of  the  living  God  ! 

Let  praise  your  hearts  employ  ; 
And,  as  you  tread  the  heavenly  road. 
Lift  up  the  voice  of  joy. 

2  Have  they  not  reason  to  rejoice. 

Whose  sins  have  been  forgiven  ; 
Called  by  a  gracious  Father’s  voice 
To  be  the  heirs  of  heaven  1 

3  How  do  the  captive’s  transports  flow. 

When  rescued  from  his  chains  ! 
And  how  must  sinners  joy  to  know 
Their  great  deliverer  reigns  ! 

4  Oh  !  grant  us,  Lord  !  to  feel  and  own 

The  power  of  love  divine  ; 


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The  blood  that  doth  for  sin  atone, 

The  grace  which  makes  us  thine. 

5  The  spirit  of  adoption  give  : 

Teach  us,  with  every  breath,. 

To  sing  thy  praises  while  we  live. 

And  bless  thy  name  in  death. 

L. 

/C  I  9  The  Blessing  of  God  neccessary  to  Success. 

1  IF  God  succeed  not,  ali  the  cost 
And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep. 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep 

2  What  if  you  rise  before  the  sun. 

And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done. 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  your  bread. 

To  shun  that  poverty  you  dread : 

3  ’T  is  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blessed ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest : 
Children  and  friends  are  blessings  too, 
If  God  our  sovereign  make  them  so. 

4  Happy  the  man,  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ; 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove. 
When  they  are  seasoned  with  his  love. 


C.  M. 


Effort  in  vain  without  God. 


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1  IF  God  to  build  the  house  deny. 


The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 

And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
A  useless  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning-beams  arise. 

Your  painful  work  renew. 

And  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies. 
Your  tiresome  toil  pursue. 

3  Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your 

In  vain,  till  God  has  blessed  ; 

But  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care. 
You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4  Not  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  blessings  prove. 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 

If  sent  without  his  love. 


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8s  and  7s. 

Protection  and  Success  are  from  God. 


1  VAINLY  through  night’s  weary  hours, 

Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm  ; — 

Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers, 

But  for  God’s  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor. 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless ; 

Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 

Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven. 

That  on  human  strength  relies  ; 

But  to  him  shall  help  be  given. 

Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest ; 

Ne’er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 


c.  M. 

Happiness  of  the  Pious. 


1  OH !  happy  man,  whose  soul  is  filled, 
With  zeal  and  reverend  awe  ; 

His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield. 

His  life  adorns  the  law. 


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2  A  careful  providence  shall  stand. 

And  ever  guard  thy  head  ; 

Shall  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  The  Lord  shall  thy  best  hopes  fulfill 

For  months  and  years  to  come : 
The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion’s  hill, 
Shall  send  thee  blessings  home, 

4  This  is  the  man,  whose  happy  eyes 

Shall  see  his  house  increase ; 

Shall  see  the  sinking  church  arise, — 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 


1  00  ^  ^ 

JL  o  Persecutors  punished. 

1  UP  from  my  youth, — may  Israel  say. 
Have  I  been  nursed  in  tears  ; 

My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  day. 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

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2  Up  from  my  youth,  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  sons  of  strife  ; 

Oft  they  assailed  my  riper  age, 

But  not  destroyed  my  life. 

3  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 

Measured  the  mischiefs  they  had  done. 

And  let  his  arrows  liy. 

4  How  was  their  insolence  surprised 

To  hear  his  thunders  roil ! 

And  ail  the  foes  of  Zion  seized 
With  horror  to  the  soul. 

5  Thus  shall  the  men,  who  hate  the  saints, 

Be  blasted  from  the  sky  ; 

Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints. 

And  all  their  prospects  die. 

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tJ\Jm  Pardoning  Grace. 

1  FROM  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 

To  thee,  my  God  !  I  raise  my  cries  : 

If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 

No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes.- 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace. 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there  ; 

That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face. 

And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait. 

And  long  and  wish  for  breaking  day. 

So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate  ; — 

When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ] 

4  My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word. 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain ; 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 

Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son ; 

He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways. 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 


C.  M. 


•  Trust  in  a  pardoning  God. 


1  OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress. 
The  borders  of  despair, 


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I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, — 

My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 

Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 

No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood. 

To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 

With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 

My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word. 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

5  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust. 

Let  Israel  seek  his  face  ; 

The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just, 

And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

FIRST  PART,  S.  M. 

9  Waiting-  on  a  gracious  God. 

1  FROM  lowest  depths  of  wo. 

To  God  I  send  my  cry ; 

Lord  !  hear  my  supplicating  voice. 

And  graciously  reply. 

2  Shouldst  thou  severely  judge. 

Who  could  the  trial  bear! 

Forgive,  O  Lord  !  lest  we  despond 
And  quite  renounce  thy  fear. 

3  My  soul  with  patience  waits 

For  thee,  the  living  Lord  ; 

My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built, — 

Thy  never- failing  word. 

4  My  longing  eyes  look  out 

For  thine  enlivening  ray. 

More  duly  than  the  morning- watch 
To  hail  the  dawning  day 

5  Let  Israel  trust  in  God, 

No  bounds  his  mercy  knows  ; 

The  plenteous  source  and  fountain  whence 
Eternal  succor  flows. 


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SECOND  PART,  S.  M. 
Mourning  in  spiritual  Darkness. 


1  OUT  of  the  depths  of  wo, 

To  thee.  O  Lord  !  I  cry  : 

Darkness  surrounds  me,  but  I  know, 
That  thou  art  ever  nigh. 

2  Then  hearken  to  my  voice,  ‘ 

Give  ear  to  my  complaint ; 

Thou  bidst  the  mourning  soul  rejoice 
Thou  comfortest  the  faint. 


3  I  cast  my  hope  on  thee  ; 

Thou  canst,  thou  wilt  forgive : 
Wert  thou  to  mark  iniquity. 

Who  in  thy  sight  could  live  1 

4  Humbly  on  thee  I  wait. 

Confessing  all  my  sin  ; 

Lord  !  I  am  knocking  at  thy  gate. 
Open  and  let  me  in. 

5  Though  storms  thy  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
Jehovah’s  covenant  is  sure, — 

His  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 


7s. 

The  Child-like  Temper. 


1  QUIET,  Lord  !  my  froward  heart ; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild. 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art ; 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free. 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 

2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide. 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive ; 

What  to-morrow  may  betide. 
Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave: 

’T  is  enough  that  thou  wilt  care  ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ] 


3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own. 

Knows  he ’s  neither  strong  nor  wise, 
Fears  to  move  one  step  alone ; — 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide. 

As  my  Father,  guard,  and  guide. 


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4  Thus  preserved  from  Satan’s  wiles, 
Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears ; 
May  I  live  upon  thy  smiles, 

Till  the  promised  hour  appears, 
When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove  - 
All  their  Father’s  boundless  love. 

c.  M. 

•  Humility  and  Submission. 

1  IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 

Search,  gracious  God  !  and  see  ;  . 

Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lord  !  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2 


3 


An  acquiescent  Temper. 

1  LORD  !  for  ever  at  thy  side. 

Let  my  place  and  portion  be ; 

Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride ; 

Clothe  me  with  humility. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  thy  Spirit  hath  revealed ; 

Thou  hast  spoken, — I  believe. 
Though  the  prophecy  were  sealed. 

3  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child. 

Weaned  from  the  mother’s  breast, 
By  no  subtlety  beguiled. 

On  thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

4  Saints  !  rejoicing  evermore. 

In  the  Lord  .Tehovah  trust : 

Him  in  all  his  ways  adore. 

Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 


I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 
And  all  my  carriage  mild ; 

Content,  my  Father !  with  thy  will. 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 
Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 

Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resigned. 

And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 


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1  QO  FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

JL  O/W*  Yhe  Churchy  the  Dwelling-Place  of  God. 

1  WHERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 

A  habitation  for  our  God  1 — 

A  dwelling  for  th’  eternal  mind, 

Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest ; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still ; 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  “Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  for  ever,”  saith  the  Lord  ; 
“Here  shall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

*  4  “  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor. 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread ; 

Sinners,  who  wait  before  my  door. 

With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 

• 

5  “The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joy,  shall  shout  and  sing ; 
The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign. 

And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King.” 


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SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

•  Promise  of  the  Reign  of  Christ  as  the  Son  of  David. 

1  LORD  !  for  thy  servant  David^s  sake. 

Perform  thine  oath  to  David’s  Son : 

Thy  truth  thou  never  wilt  forsake ; 

Look  on  thine  own  anointed  One. 

2  The  Lord  in  faithfulness  hath  sworn 

His  throne  for  ever  to  maintain  ; 

From  realm  to  realm,  the  sceptre  borne 
Shall  stretch,  o’er  earth,  Messiah’s  reign. 

3  Zion,  my  chosen  hill  of  old. 

My  rest,  my  dwelling,  my  delight, 

With  loving-kindness  I  uphold  ; 

Her  walls  are  ever  in  my  sight. 

4  There  David’s  horn  shall  bud  and  bloom, 

The  branch  of  glory  and  renown ; 

His  foes  my  vengeance  shall  consume  ; 
Him  with  eternal  years  I  crown. 


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O/W#  Prayer  for  the  Reign  of  Christ. 

1  ARISE,  O  King  of  grace  !  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 

Lo  !  th)^  church  waits,  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, — 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  ahbrd. 

3  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows  ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  : 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God’s  Anointed  shine  ;  ®  ' 

Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain,  ^ 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne  ; 

And,  as  his  kingdom  grows. 

Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 

And  shame  confound  his  foes. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
Brotherly  Love. 


1  LO  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Are  brethren  who  agree ; — 

Brethren,  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite, 

In  bands  of  piety. 

2  When  streams  of  love,  from  Christ,  the  spring, 

Descend  to  every  soul, 

And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing. 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : — 

3  ’T  is  like  the  oil,  divinely  sweet. 

On  Aaron’s  reverend  head  ; 

The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  feet. 

And  o’er  his  garments  spread. 

4  ’T  is  pleasant  as  the  morning-dews 

That  fall  on  Zion’s  hill. 

Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 

And  makes  his  grace  distill. 


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1  OQ  SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 

J-  •>  O  e  Excellence  of  Christian  Unanimity. 

1  SPIRIT  of  peace,  celestial  Dove ! 

How  excellent  thy  praise  ! 

No  richer  gift  than  Christian  love 
Thy  gracious  power  displays. 

2  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower. 

That  silently  distills, 

At  evening’s  soft  and  balmy  hour, 

On  Zion’s  fruitful  hills  : — 

3  So,  with  mild  influence  from  above, 

Sliall  promised  grace  descend. 

Till  universal  peace  and  love 
O’er  all  the  earth  extend. 


s.  M. 

Union  and  Peace. 


1  BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace. 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house. 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 


3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron’s  head 

They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  fllled  the  room. 

4  Thus,  on  the  heavenly  hills. 

The  saints  are  blest  above. 

Where  joy,  like  morning-dew, distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


H.  M. 

ChHstia^i  Eriendshi]}. 


1  HOW  beautiful  the  sight 
Of  brethren  who  agree, 

In  friendship,  to  unite. 

And  bands  of  charity  ! 

’T  is  like  the  precious  ointment  shed. 
O’er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron’s  head. 


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2  ’T  is  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Hermon’s  flowers : 

Or  Zion’s  fruitful  hill,'- 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers : 
When  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 

From  his  unsparing  hands — 

E’en  life  for  ever  more  : 

Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above, 
To  spend  eternity  in  love.^ 

s.  p.  M. 


The  Blessings  of  Friendship, 


1  HOW  pleasant ’t  is  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree  ! 

Each  in  their  proper  station  move  f 
And  each  fulfill  their  part. 

With  sympathizing  heart. 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 

2  ’T  is  like  the  ointment,  shed 
On  Aaron’s  sacred  head. 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet ! 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 
Diffused  a  choice  perfume. 

Ran  through  his  robes,  and  blest  his  feet 

3  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain. 

That  water  all  the  plain. 

Descending  from  the  neighb’ring  hills  ; 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul. 

Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distills. 

O  O  6s  and  4s. 

O  O  *  Unity  of  Love. 

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1  BEHOLD  !  how  good  and  sweet 
For  brethren  thus  to  meet. 

With  one  accord ! 

Sweet  as  the  fragrance  spread, 

When,  over.  Aaron’s  head. 

The  rich  perfume  was  shed. 

That  pleased  the  Lord. 


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2  As  Hermon’s  dew  distills. 

Or  that  on  Zion’s  hills, 

To  swell  their  store, — 

So  God  doth  shed  his  grace 
On  every  dwelling-place, 
Where  love  illumes  the  face, — 
Life  evermore. 


FIRST  PA.RT,  C.  M. 
Dai'y  aiid  nightly  Devotion. 


1  YE  who  obey  th’  immortal  King  ! 

Attend  his  holy  place ; 

Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power. 

And  bless  his  ’^rondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning-light, 

And  send  your  souls  on  high ; 

Raise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night, 
Above  the  starry  sky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts. 

With  rays  of  quickening  grace; 

The  God  who  spread  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  rules  the  swelling  seas. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Constant  Devotion. 


1  BLESS  ye  the  Lord  with  solemn  rite,- 

In  hymns  extol  his  name  ; 

Ye  who,  within  his  house,  by  night. 
Watch  round  tho  altar’s  flame! 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  amid  the  place, 

Where  burns  the  sacred  sign. 

And  pray,  that  thus  Jehovah’s  face 
O’er  ail  the  earth  may  shine. 

3  From  Zion,  from  his  holy  hill. 

The  Lord,  our  Maker,  send 
The  perfect  knowledge  of  his  will, — 
Salvation  without  end. 


L.  M. 

General  Praise. 


1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord, — exalt  his  name. 
While  in  his  earthly  courts  we  wait, 
Y"e  saints  !  who  to  his  house  belong. 

Or  stand  attending  at  his  gale. 


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2  Praise  ye  the  Lord, — the  Lord  is  good ; 

To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ ; 
Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints  ; 

He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends  ; 

And  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

4  Bless  him,  all  ye  who  taste  his  love  ! 

People  and  priests  !  exalt  his  name  ; 
Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells  ; 

His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 

c.  M. 

Praise  due  to  God  alone. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints  !  to  praise  your  King 

Your  sweetest  passions  raise  ; 

Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing. 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord, — and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ : 

But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne. 

His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth  and  sea  confess  his  hand ; 

He  bids  the  vapors  rise  ; 

Lightning  and  storms,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  Ye  saints  !  adore  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abode. 

And  claims  your  honors  there. 

O  LJ  •  Thanks  for  Creation  and  Redeynption. 

1  GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; — 

Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; — 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown. 

The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky. 

And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 


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Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; — 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning-light, 

He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  moi'a 

5  He  sent  his  Son,  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; — 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

6  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet. 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat : 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

c.  M. 


1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord 
His  mercies  still  endure  ; 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  adored  ; — 

His  truth  is  ever  sure. 


2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done  ! 

How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 

Heaven,  earth  and  sea,  he  framed  alone : 
How  wide  is  his  command ! 

3  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin ; 

He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 

How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in  ! 
How  boundless  was  his  love ! 

4  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  woe — 

His  goodness  never  fails — 

From  death  and  hell,  and  every  foe, — 
And  still  his  grace  prevails. 

5  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  King ; 

His  mercies  still  endure  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  praises  sing ; 

His  truth  is  ever  sure. 


n.  M. 


136. 


The  Wonders  of  Creation  and  Ch'oce. 


1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, — 
The  universal  Lord, — 

The  sovereign  King  of  kings  ; 
And  be  his  name  adored  : 


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Thy  mercy,  Lord  ! 

Shall  still  endure ; 

And  ever  sure, 

Abides  thy  word. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  he  hath  done ! 
He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heavens  alone: 
His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same ; 

And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

3  He  saw  the  nations  lie 

All  perishing  in  sin ; 

And  pitied  the  sad  state 
The  ruined  world  was  in : 

Thy  mercy.  Lord  ! 

Shall  still  endure ; 

And  ever  sure. 

Abides  thy  word. 

4  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  woe, 

From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  foe : 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same  ; 

And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 


5  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God, the  heavenly  King; 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  sing: 
Thy  mercy »  Lord  ! 

Shall  still  endure ; 

And  ever  sure. 

Abides  thy  word. 


FIRST  PART,  7s. 

God’s  Mercies  sure. 


1  LET  US,  with  a  joyful  mind. 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind: 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

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2  He,  with  all-commanding  might,  ^ 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  All  things  living  he  doth  feed  ; 

His  full  hand  supplies  their  need :  . 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless. 

In  the  wasteful  wilderness : 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye. 

Looked  upon  our  misery  : 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure. 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us  then,  with  joyful  mind, 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind: 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure. 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


SECOND  PART,  7s. 
Go(Vs  enduring  Mercy. 


1  TO  our  God  loud  praises  give, — 
Source  of  good  to  all  who  live  : 
Praise  his  name,  whose  mercy  sure 
Shall  eternally  endure. 

2  To  the  Lord  your  homage  bring, — 
God  of  gods — of  kings  the  King  : 
For  his  mercy,  free  and  sure. 

Shall  eternally  endure. 

3  Praise  him  for  his  deeds  of  might, 
For  his  greatness  infinite. 

For  his  mercy,  free  and  sure, 
Which  doth  evermore  endure. 

4  He,  by  wisdom,  built  the  skies, 

And  bade  earth  from  ocean  rise ; 
Filled  the  sun  with  glorious  light, 
Gave  the  moon  to  rule  the  night. 

5  He  beheld  us  when  brought  low. 
And  redeemed  us  from  the  foe  : 


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He  doth  every  blessing  give  ; 

By  his  bounty  all  things  live. 

6  Oh  !  give  thanks — your  voices  raise 
To  the  God  of  heaven,  in  praise ; 
For  his  mercy,  free  and  sure, 

Shall  eternally  endure. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

The  Desolations  of  Zion  lamented. 


1  WHEN  'sve,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest, 

Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates’  stream. 
We  wept — with  doleful  thoughts  oppressed, 
And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 

2  Our  harps,  tl;at,  when  with  joy  we  sung, 

Were  woi!t  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings,  neglected  hung. 

On  willow-trees  that  withered  there. 

3  How  shall  we  tune  our  voice  to  sing, 

Or  touch  our  harps  with  skilful  hands'? 
Shall  hymns  of  joy,  to  God  our  King, 

Be  sung  by  slaves  in  foreign  lands] 

4  O  Salem,  our  once-happy  seat ! 

When  I  of  thee  forgetful  prove. 

Let  then  my  trembling  hand  forget 
The  tuneful  strings  with  art  to  move. 

5  If  I  to  mention  thee  forbear. 

Eternal  silence  seize  my  tongue  ; 

Or  if  1  sing  one  cheerful  air. 

Till  thy  deliverance  is  my  song. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 


I  wish  for  pinions  like  the  dove. 
And  mourn  to  think  that  I  should  be 
So  distant  from  the  place  I  love. 

2  A  captive  here,  and  far  from  home, 

For  Zion’s  sacred  walls  I  sigh  : 
Thither  the  ransomed  nations  come. 
And  see  the  Saviour  eye  to  eye. 

3  While  here  I  walk  on  hostile  ground, 

The  few,  that  I  can  call  my  friends. 
Are  like  myself  with  fetters  bound. 
And  weariness  our  steps  attends. 


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4  But  we  shall  yet  behold  the  day 

When  Zion’s  children  shall  return : 

Our  sorrows  then  shall  flee  away, 

And  we  shall  never,  never  mourn. 

5  The  hope  that  such  a  day  will  come. 

Makes  e’en  the  captives’  portion  sweet ; 
Though  now  we  wander  far  from  home, 

In  Zion  soon  we  all  shall  meet. 

L-  6  Lines. 

tJ  i  m  Zion  in  Captivity. 

1  WHERE  Babylon’s  broad  rivers  roll, 

In  exile  we  sat  down  to  weep, 

For  thoughts  of  Zion  o’er  our  soul 
Came,  like  departed  joys,  in  sleep, 

-Whose  forms  to  sad  remembrance  rise, 
Though  fled  for  ever  from  our  eyes. 

2  Our  harps  upon  the  willows  hung, 

Where,  worn  with  toil,  our  limbs  reclined  ; 
The  chords,  untuned,  and  trembling,  rung 
With  mournful  music,  on  the  wind, 

While  foes,  insulting  o’er  our  wrongs, 

Cried, — “  Sing  us  one  of  Zion’s  songs.” 

3  How  can  we  sing  the  songs  we  love. 

Far  from  our  own  delightful  land] — 

If  I  prefer  thee  not  above 
My  chiefest  joy,  may  this  right  hand, 
Jerusalem  ! — forget  its  skill. 

My  tongue  be  dumb,  my  pulse  be  still. 


s.  m. 

Love  to  the  Church. 


1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom.  Lord ! 

The  house  of  thine  abode. 

The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand. 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e’er  to  bless  thv  sons 

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My  voice  or  hands  deny. 


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These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toil  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

5  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

1  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 

Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last. 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield 
And  brighter  bliss  of  fieaven. 


lOs. 


The  captive  Tribes. 


L  ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel’s  current  flows, 
Fhe  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence  strayed; 
While  Zion’s  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 
der  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 

I  The  tuneful  harp  that  once  with  joy  they  strung. 
When  praise  employed  and  mirth  inspired  the  lay, 
Was  now  in  silence  on  the  willows  hung. 

While  growing  grief  prolonged  the  tedious  day. 

1  Their  proud  oppressors  to  increase  their  wo. 

With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim  ; 

Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow. 

While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehovah’s  name, 

1  But  how,  in  heathen  chains,  and  lands  unknown, 
Shall  Israel’s  bands  the  sacred  anthems  raise! 

‘  O  hapless  Salem  !  God’s  terrestial  throne, 
fhou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of  praise  !—* 

)  “  If  e’er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 
f  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 

L.et  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame, 

Vly  hand  shall  perish  and  my  voice  shall  cease.’’ 

^  Praise  for  Divine  Protection. 

1  WITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 

I’ll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song; 


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Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 

.  Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried,  when  troubles  rose ; 

He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes ; 

He  did  my  rising  fears  control. 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand. 

Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 

Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive. 

And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  I  ’ll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy.  Lord ; 

I  ’ll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word ; 

Not  ail  thy  works  and  names  below. 

So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
The  Omniscience  of  God. 


1  LORD !  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  mo 

through ; 

Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours. 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own. 

Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak. 

Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  T  stand. 

On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  ; 

Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
lam  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Oh  !  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where’er  I  rove,  where’er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 
The  ever-present  God. 


1  COULD  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove. 

To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love. 

Where,  Lord  I  could  1  thy  presence  shun. 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

2  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight,  . 

’T  is  there  thou  dwellest  enthroned  in  light ; 


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Or  plunge  to  hell,  there  justice  reigns, 

And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

3  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 

I  fly  beyond  the  western  sea, 

Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive. 

And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

4  Or,  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight, 

Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night. 

One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray. 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

5  Oh  !  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where’er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

QQ  THIRD  PART,  L.  M. 

O  ty  •  The  wonderful  Formation  of  Man. 

1  ’T  WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God  !  I  came, 
A  work  of  such  a  curious  frame  ; 

In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  shine. 

And  each  proclaim  thy  skill  divine. 

2  Great  God  !  my  feeble  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  surmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

3  I  could  survey  the  ocean  o’er. 

And  count  each  sand  that  makes  the  shore, 
Before  my  swiftest  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

4  These  on  my  heart  are  still  impressed ; 
With  these  I  give  my  eyes  to  rest ; 

And  at  my  waking  hour  1  find 

God  and  his  love  possess  my  mind. 


li.  M.  6. Lines. 

God,  good  and  omniscient. 


1  HOW  precious  are  thy  thoughts  of  peace, 

'1.  O  God  !  to  me — how  great  the  sum  ! 

New  every  morn,  they  never  cease ; 

They  were,  they  are,  and  yet  shaC  come, 
In  number  and  in  compass  more 
Than  ocean’s  sand,  or  ocean’s  shore. 


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2  Search  me,  O  God  !  and  know  my  heart, 
Try  me,  my  secret  soul  survey : 

^  And  warn  thy  servant  to  depart 
From  every  false  and  evil  way  : 

So  shall  thy  truth  my  guidance  be, 

In  life  and  immortality. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
God  every-where. 


1  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord  !  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 


2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest. 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 

"And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they  ’re  formed  within  ; 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 

He  knows  tne  sense  I  mean. 

4  Oh  !  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie. 

Enclosed  on  every  side. 


5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still. 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove. 

To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill. 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Omniscience  of  God. 


1  LORD  !  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown  1 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire — 

In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 


2  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath 
To  shun  the  wrath  divine, 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 


3  If,  w'nged  with  beams  of  morning-light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  west. 


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Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

4  If  o’er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 

Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

5  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 

Oh  !  may  I  ne’er  provoke  that  power. 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 


THIRD  PART,  C  M. 
The  Mercies  of  God. 


1  LORD  !  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o’er, 
They  strike  me  with  surprise ; 

Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 


2  My  flesh,  with  fear  and  wonder,  stands, 

The  product  of  thy  skill  ; 

And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me ! 

Oh  !  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep 
Still  And  my  thoughts  with  thee. 


C.  M.  6  Lines. 
God  spiritually  present. 


1  BEYOND,  beyond  that  boundless  sea, 
Above  that  dome  of  sky. 

Farther  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 
Thy  dwelling  is  on  high  ; 

Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me. 
That  thou,  my  God  !  art  nigh  ; — 


2  Art  nigh,  and  yet  my  lab’ring  mind 
Feels  after  thee  in  vain, — 

Thee  in  these  works  of  power  to  find. 
Or  to  thy  seat  attain  ; — 

Thy  messenger — the  stormy  wind  ; 
Thy  path — the  trackless  main. 


^3  These  speak  of  thee  with  loud  acclaim ; 
They  thunder  forth  thy  praise — 


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The  glorious  honor  of  thy  name, 

.  The  wonders  of  thy  ways  : 

But  thou  art  not  in  tempest-flame, 

Nor  in  the  solar  blaze. 

4  We  hear  thy  voice,  when  thunders  roll 

Through  the  wild  fields  of  air  : 

The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 

Yet  still  thou  art  not  there  : 

Where  shall  I  find  him,  O  my  soul ! 

Who  yet  is  every  where  1 

5  Oh  !  not  in  circling  depth  or  height. 

But  in  the  conscious  breast,  . 

Present  to  faith,  though  veiled  from  sight. 
There  does  his  spirit  rest : 

Oh  !  come,  thou  Presence  infinite. 

And  make  thy  creature  blest. 


s.  M. 

A  Complaint  against  personal  Enemies. 


1  MY  God !  while  impious  men. 

With  malice  in  their  heart. 

My  peace  destroy,  my  life  defame. 

Thy  guardian  grace  impart. 

2  Oh  !  hear  my  humble  cry  ; 

Their  fondest  hope  destroy  ; 

Their  arts  confound;  their  plots  disclose, 
And  blast  their  envious  joy. 


3  Thou  wilt  sustain  the  poor. 

And  bid  th’  afflicted  sing: 

Before  thee  shall  thy  children  dwell, — 
Their  Father,  and  their  King. 


L.  M. 

Christian  Watchfulness. — A  morning- Psalm. 


1  MY  God  !  accept  my  early  vows. 

Like  morning-incense  in  thy  house  ; 

And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise. 

Sweet  as  the  evening-sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o’er  my  lips,  and  guard  them.  Lord 
From  everv  rash  and  heedless  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 

The  guilty  path,  where  sinners  lead. 


PSALMS. 


3  011 !  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite,  and  reprove  my  wandering  way ; 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 


4  When  I  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I  ’ll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief ; 

And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove. 

How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 


C.  M. 

Looking  to  God  in  Trouble. 


1  TO  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known. 

From  God  1  sought  relief ; 

In  long  complaints,  before  his  throne, 

I  poured  out  all  my  grief. 

2  On  every  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone  ; 

While  friends  and  strangers  passed  me  by, 
Neglected  and  unknown. 


3  Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry,  - 
And  called  thy  mercy  near  ; — 

“  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die  ; 
Be  thou  my  refuge  here.” 


4  Lord  !  I  am  brought  exceeding  low. 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend. 

And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know, 
I  ’ve  an  almighty  Friend. 


5  From  my  sad  prison  set  me  free ; 
Then  shall  I  praise  thy  name. 
And  holy  men  shall  join  with  me. 
Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 


FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 
Prayer  in  Affliction. 


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1  MY  righteous  Judge  !  my  gracious  God  I 
Hear  when  I  spread  my  hands  abroad. 
And  cry  for  succor  from  thy  throne ; 

Oh  !  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known* 

2  Look  down  in  pity.  Lord !  and  see 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me  ; 

Down  to  the  dust  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long-buried  and  forgot. 


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3  My  thoughts,  in  musing  silence,  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace  : 
Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hope, 

To  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up. 

4  For  thee  I  thirst,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  smiling  face  return  1 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove  ? — 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  1 

I  i  43  SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

L  Mental  Afflictions  and  Trials. 

1  HEAR  me,  O  Lord  !  in  my  distress, 
Hear  me,  in  truth  and  righteousness  ; 
For  at  thy  bar  of  judgment  tried, 
None  living  can  be  justitied. 

2  Lord  !  I  have  foes — without,  within, — 
The  world,  the  flesh,  in-dwelling  sin, 
Life’s  daily  ills,  temptation’s  power, 
And  Satan,  roaring  to  devour. 

3  Oh  !  let  me  not  thus  hopeless  lie, 

Like  one  condemned  aLmorn  to  die  ; 

•  But,  with  the  morning,  may  I  see 
Thy  loving-kindness  visit  me. 

4  Teach  me  thy  will,  subdue  my  own  ; 
Thou  art  my  God,  and  thou  alone ; 

By  thy  good  Spirit,  guide  me  still. 
Safe  from  all  foes,  to  Zion’s  hill. 

5  Release  my  soul  from  trouble.  Lord  I 
Quicken  and  keep  me  by  thy  word  ; 
May  all  its  promises  be  mine  ; 

Be  thou  my  portion, — I  am  thine. 


L.  M. 


The  Goodness  of  God. 


1  THE  Lord  is  gracious  to  forgive, 

And  slow  to  let  his  anger  move ; 
The  Lord  is  good  to  all  that  live, 

And  all  his  tender  mercy  prove. 

2  Glorious  in  majesty  art  thou ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  shall  endure ; 
And  angels  at  thy  footstool  bow  ; — 
Yet  dost  thou  not  despise  the  poor. 


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S  The  Lord  upholdeth  them  that  fall ; 

He  raiseth  men  of  low  degree  : 

0  God,  our  health  I  the  eyes  of  all, — 
Of  all  the  living,  wait  on  thee.  :* 

4  Thou  openest  thine  exhaustless  store, 

And  rainest  food  on  every  land  ; 

The  dumb  creation  thee  adore. 

And  eat  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

5  Man,  most  indebted,  most  ingrate, 

Man  only,  is  a  rebel  here : 

Teach  him  to  know  thee,  ere  too  late 
Teach  him  to  love  thee,  and  to  fear. 

A  A  FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 

The  spiritual  Victory. 

1  FOR  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  shield : 

He  sends  his  Spirit,  with  his  word. 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care ; 

Instructs  me  to  the  heavenly  fight. 

And  guards  me  through  the  war.  < 

3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine 

Doth  my  weak  courage  raise  : 

He  makes  the  glorious  vict’ry  mine. 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M, 
77*5  Prailty  of  Man. 


1  LORD  !  what  is  man — poor  feeble  man. 

Born  of  the  earth  at  first! 

His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain. 

Still  hastening  to  the  dust  1 

2  Oh  !  what  is  feeble,  dying  man. 

Or  any  of  his  race. 

That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 
To  visit  him  with  grace! 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  shakes  the  worlds  above. 

And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown — 
i  How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 


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yi  ^  FIRST  PART,  L.  M. 

4)0*  T/ie  Greatness  of  God. 

1  MY  God !  my  King  1  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 

And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine. 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine  ; 

Let  every  realm,  with  joy,  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

4  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

5  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds'! 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, — 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 


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SECOND  PART,  L.  M. 

God  s  Goodiiess. 


1  YE  sons  of  men  !  wilh  joy,  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound. 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 


2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, — 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light. 

Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll. 

And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Sing,  earth  !  in  verdant  robes  arrayed, 

With  herbs  and  flowers,  with  fruits  and  shade  , 
View  the  broad  sea’s  majestic  plains. 

And  think  how  wide  thy  Makcir  reigns. 

4  But  Oh  !  that  brighter  world  above. 

Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love : — 
God’s  only  Son,  in  flesh  arrayed, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 


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5  Thither,  my  soul !  with  rapture  soar ; 
There,  in  the  land  of  praise,  adore  ; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel’s  lay — 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 


FIRST  PART,  C.  M. 
The  Greatness  of  God. 


1  LONG  as  I  live  I  ’ll  bl,ess  thy  name, 

My  King  !  my  God  of  love  ! 

My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same. 

In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord — his  power  unknown  ; 

And  let  his  praise  be  great  ; 

I’ll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne. 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice. 

The  men,  who  hear  my  sacred  song. 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  The  world  is  managed  by  thy  hands ; 

Thy  saints  a're  ruled  by  love ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands. 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 


SECOND  PART,  C.  M. 
Goodness  of  God. 


1  SWEET  is  the  mem’ry  of  thy  grace, 

My  God  !  my  heavenly  King  ! 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness. 

In  sounds  of  glory,  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high, — but  ne’er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 

Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines. 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes,  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food  : 

Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 

And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 


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4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 

But  soon  he  sends  his  pard’ning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race. 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim ; 

But  saints,  who  taste  thy  richer  grace. 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

i  ^  THIRD  PART,  C.  M. 

“ij  ^  c  Goodness  of'  Providence. 

1  LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak. 

Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all ! 

Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
And  raise  the  poor  who  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down. 

Or  virtue  lies  distressed 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor’s  frown. 
Thou  givest  the  mourners  rest. 

3  The  Lord  supports  our  tottering  days. 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 

Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways. 

And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  servants  feel. 

He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 

And,  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 

‘  His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere  ; 

He  saves  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

6  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise. 

And  spread  his  fame  abroad  ; 

Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise' 

The  honors  of  their  God. 

L.  M. 

Praise  for  divine  Goodness  and  Truth. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  !— my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine : 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne’er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last 


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2  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel’s  God  ; — he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  th’  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 


4  He  loves  his  saints, — he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 


L.  P.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  Goodness  and  Truth. 


1  I  ’LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne’er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel’s  God ; — he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 

He  saves  th’  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  He  loves  his  saints, — he  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns  ; 

Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age. 

In  this  exalted  work  engage : 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

4  I  ’ll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath. 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne’er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 


L.  M. 

Praise  for  divine  Grace. 


I  1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ! — ’t  is  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise ; 

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His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 

And  gathers  nations  to  his  name ; 

His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 

And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

3  He  formed  the  stars — those  heavenly  flames. 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names : 
His  wisdom ’s  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, — 

A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned  i 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might. 

And  all  his  glories  inflnite : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just. 

And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 

5  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight ; 

He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 

He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear. 

And  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 

1  AH  ^ 

X  ^  I  •  The  Seasons. 

1  WITH  songs  and  honors,  sounding  loud. 

Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 

Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 

And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 

He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 

He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race. 

And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow. 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 

The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow. 

In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn ; 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  spring  return. 


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6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 

With  songs  and  honors,  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 


^  A  Q 

X  ^Oo  Universal.  Praise  to  God. 

1  LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell  I 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word. 

And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies. 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  : 

Loud  as  his  thunder,  shout  his  praise. 

And  sound  it  lofty,  as  his  throne. 

3  Jehovah — ’t  is  a  glorious  word ; 

Oh  !  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ; 

But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

4  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love. 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord ; 

From  all  below,  and  all  above. 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 


s.  M. 

Exhortation  to  Praise. 


1  LET  every  creature  join. 

To  praise  th’  eternal  God  ; 

Ye  heavenly  hosts  I  the  song  begin. 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 


2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams ! 

And  moon,  with  paler  rays  ! 

Ye  starry  lights  !  ye  twinkling  flames  I 
Shine  to  your  Maker’s  praise. 

3  lie  built  those  worlds  above. 

And  fixed  their  wondrous  frame ; 

By  his  command  they  stand  or  move. 

And  ever  speak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapors !  when  ye  rise. 

Or  fall  in  showers  or  snow, — 

Ye  thunders  !  murm’ring  round  the  skies, 
His  power  and  glory  show. 


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5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire  ! 

Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above, 

His  honors  be  expressed  ; 

But  saints,  who  taste  his  saving  love, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

n.  M. 

Praise  from  all  Creatures. 

1  YE  tribes  of  Adam  !  join 
With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator’s  praise  : 

Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright ! 

In  worlds  of  light. 

Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays  ! 

And  moon  that  rules  the  night ! 

Shine  to  your  Maker’s  praise. 

With  stars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  power  declare. 

Ye  floods  on  high  ! 

And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air  ! 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand. 

Or  in  swift  courses  move, 

By  his  supreme  command  : 

He  spake  the  word. 

And  all  their  frame. 

From  nothing  came 
To  praise  the  Lord. 

4  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  who  rules  above ; 

He  brings  his  people  near. 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love : 

While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise. 

His  saints  shall  raise 
His  honors  high. 


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J  Praise  from  all  Creatures. 

1  BEGIN,  my  soul !  th’  exalted  lay ; 

Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th’  Almighty’s  name ; 

Lo  !  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise. 

To  swell  th’  inspiring  theme. 

2  Thou  heaven  of  heavens  ! — his  vast  abode. 
Ye  clouds  !  proclaim  your  Maker,  God, — 

Ye  thunders  !  speak  his  power : 

Lo  I  on  the  lightning’s  fiery  wing. 

In  triumph,  walks  th’  eternal  King ; — 

Th’  astonished  worlds  adore. 


3  Ye  deeps  !  with  roaring  billows  rise. 

To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies  ; — 
Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll ; 

His  praise  in  softer  notes  declar^ 

Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air ! 
And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 


4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs !  and  sing  ; — 
Ye  feathered  warblers  of  thie  spring ! 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him,  who  shaped  your  finer  mould. 

Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with  gold. 
And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, — 

Let  man,  in  God’s  own  image  made. 

His  breath,  in  praise,  employ ; 

Spread  wide  his  Maker’s  name  around. 

Till  heaven  shall  echo  back  the  sound, 

In  songs  of  holy  joy. 


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8s  and  7s. 
Praise  to  God. 


1  PRAISE  the  Lord; — ye  heavens!  adore  htJi 

Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height  1 
Sun  and  moon  !  rejoice  before  him  ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ; 

2  Praise  the  Lord, — for  he  has  spoken  ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 

Laws,  which  never  can  be  broken, 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 


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3  Praise  the  Lord, — for  he  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 

God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 

Hosts  on  high  !  his  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation  ! 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name. 


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7s. 

Praise  for  the  Works  of  Creation. 


1  HERALDS  of  creation  !  cry — 

“  Praise  the  Lord — the  Lord  most  high  I” 
Heaven  and  earth  !  obey  the  call, 

Praise  the  Lord — the  Lord  of  all : 


2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light : 

He  commanded — nature  heard, 

And  stood  fast,  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above, — 
Spirits  perfected  in  love ! 

Sun  and  moon  !  your  anthems  raise. 
Sing,  ye  stars  !  your  Maker^s  praise. 


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C.  M. 

The  Saints  judging  the  World. 


1  ALL  ye  who  love  the  Lord  !  rejoice. 
And  let  your  songs  be  new  ; 

Amid  tne  church,  with  cheerful  voice, 
His  later  wonders  show. 


2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace. 

Shall  their  Redeemer  sing ; 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just. 

Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  ; 
The  meek,  who  lie  despised  in  dust. 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4  Saints  should  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

Ev’n  on  a  dying  bed ; 

And,  like  the  souls  in  glory,  sing 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 


5  When  Christ  his  judgment-seat  ascends, 
And  bids  the  world  appear, 


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Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  loved  him  here. 


c.  M. 

Public  and  universal  Praise. 


1  IN  God’s  own  house,  pronounce  his  praise  , 

His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 

To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 

For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 

While  you  rehearse -his  deeds ; 

But  the  great  work  of  saving  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath ! 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blest ; 

Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death,  ^ 

My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 


H.  M. 

Praise  on  Earth  and  in  Heaven. 


1  IN  Zion’s  sacred  gates. 

Let  hymns  of  praise  begin. 
Where  acts  of  faith  and  love. 
In  ceaseless  beauty  shine : 
In  mercy  there, 

While  God  is  known, 
Before  his  throne. 

With  songs  appear. 

2  The  trumpet’s  martial  voice. 

The  timbrel’s  softer  sound. 
The  organ’s  solemn  peal, 

His  praises  shall  resound : 
To  swell  the  song. 

With  highest  joy. 

Let  man  employ 
His  tuneful  tongue. 

2  In  heaven,  his  house  on  high, 
Ye  angels  !  lift  your  voice  ; 
Let  heavenly  harps  resound. 
And  happy  saints  rejoice  : 
The  glories  sing. 

That  ever  shine. 

With  pomp  divine, 

Around  your  King. 


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7s. 

Exhortation  to  Praise. 


1  PRAISE  the  Lord — his  power  confess; 
Praise  him  in  his  holiness ; 

Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires  ; 
Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet’s  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around  ; 

Let  the  harp  unite,  in  praise, 

With  the  sacred  minstrel’s  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 

God — the  Lord  of  righteousness  ; 

Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah’s  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light ! 

In  his  praise,  your  hearts  unite  ; 

While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured, — 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 


7s  and  6s.  Peculiar. 
Praise  fro'm  all  living. 


1  PRAISE  the  Lord  who  reigns  above, 

And  keeps  his  courts  below  ; 

Praise  him  for  his  boundless  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  show ; 

Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds  ; 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power ; 
Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds. 
Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

2  Publish,  spread  to  all  around. 

The  great  Immanuel’s  name  ; 

Let  the  gospel-trumpet  sound  ; 

Him  the  Prince  of  peace  proclaim : 
Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string  ! 

All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 

All  the  power  of  music  bring — 

The  music  of  the  heart. 

3  Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live. 

Let  ev.ery  creature  sing ; 

Glory  to  our  Saviour  give, 

And  homage  to  our  King ; 

Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath, 

As  in  heaven,  on  earth  adored ; 


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Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath 
Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 


7s,  6s  and  7s. 

Thfi  universal  Choi  us. 


1  HALLELUJAH  ’.—Praise  the  Lord, 

In  the  heights  of  glory  ; 

Hosts  of  heaven  I  with  one  accord, 

Shout  the  joyful  story  ; 

Praise  him  for  his  mighty  deeds. 

Praise  ye  him,  whose  grace  exceeds 
All  that  heaven  in  songs  concedes  ; 
Worlds  of  bliss  !  his  praise  record. 

2  Praise  him  with  the  trumpet’s  tongue, 

Far  and  wide  resounding  ; 

Praise  him  with  the  harp  well-strung, 
While  your  hearts  are  bounding  ; 
Praise  him  with  the  sweet-toned  lyre  ; 

Let  his  praise  the  lute  inspire ; 

Praise  him  in  a  mighty  choir; — 

Let  his  praise  be  loudly  sung. 

3  Praise  him  with  the  viol’s  strings. 

Waking  joyous  feeling ; 

While  the  vault  of  glory  rings 
With  the  organ’s  pealing  : 

Let  the  cymbals  ring  his  praise. 

Wake  the  clarion’s  grandest  lays. 

Praise  the  Lord  through  endless  days  : — 
Lo  !  his  praise  creation  sings. 


6s  and  4s.  . 

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1  PRAISE  ye  Jehovah’s  name, 

Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim, — 
Rise  and  adore : 

High  o’er  the  heavens  above, 

Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 

While  his  rich  grace  we  prove — 

Vast  as  his  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame  : 

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There  let  the  harp  be  found ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound  ! 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around — 
Filled  with  his  name. 

3  While  his  high  praise  ye  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string  ; — 
Sweet  the  accord ! 

He  vital  breath  bestows ; 

Let  every  breath  that  flows 
His  noblest  fame  disclose  ; — 
Praise  ye  the  Lord. 


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THE  SCRIPTURES. 


C.  M. 

•  The  Bible  suited  to  our  Wants. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 

For  ever  be  thy  name  adored, 

For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast  ; 

Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste.  .  , 

3  Here,  the  Redeemer’s  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 

And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Oh !  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see. 

And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word. 

And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

L.  M. 

•  Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 

1  ’T  WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word  ; 

His  spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 

And  warmed  their  hearts  with  heavenly'  fire. 


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'  I 


Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 

There  my  Redeemer’s  face  I  see, 

And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 


3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind  f 

•  Be  lost,  and  vanish  in  the  wind  ; 

Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure ; 

This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure. 


c.  M. 

•  Tlie  Holy  Scriptures. 

1  LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ! 

And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 


2  The  volume  of  my  Father’s  grace 

Does  ail  my  grief  assuage  ; 

Here  I  behold  my  Saviour’s  face, 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  Here,  consecrated  water  flows,  * 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin ; 

Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows 
No  danger  dwells  therein. 

4  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife. 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; — 

My  guide  to  everlasting  life. 

Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

5  Oh  !  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God  ! 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 

Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

L.  M. 

A  Saviour  seen  in  the  Scriptures. 

NOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King  ! 

To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring  ;  . 

My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow. 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 

In  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above; 
But,  in  thy  blessed  word,  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 


THE  SCRIPTURES. 


I 


3  There,  what  delightful  truths  I  read ! 

There,  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed : 

His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear. 

Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 

And  gives  my  lab’ring  conscience  peace ; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high. 

And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

5  For  love  like  this,  Oh  !  let  my  song. 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore. 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

c.  M. 

•  Revelation  welcomed. 

1  HAIL,  sacred  truth  ’  whose  piercing  rays 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Diffusing,  o’er  the  mental  world, 

The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus !  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet; 

Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  Oh  !  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze ; 

And  bid  th*  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

L.  M. 

•  The  Blessings  of  the  new  Covenant. 

1  GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 

Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known; 

Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines. 

And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here,  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name  ; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood. 

The  wisdom,  power  and  grace  of  God. 

3  flere,  faith  reveals,  to  mortal  eyes, 

A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies ; 

.  Here,  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  wj 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 


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4  Oh  !  grant  us  grace,  almighty  Lord  ! 

To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word, 

Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive. 

And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

5  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 

Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  mine  eye, — 
Till  life’s  last  hour,  my  soul  engage. 

And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

7l.  m. 

•  A  written  Revelation. 

1  LET  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  1 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down, 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ;  - 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks. 

Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises — how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stands 

4  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 
Assault  my  faith,  with  treacherous  art, 

.  I ’d  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 

8l.  m. 

•  TVie  Power  of  Truth. 

1  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 

Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do.  ' 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find. 

To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ; — 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive, — 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  ; 

Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh^ 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 


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4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  -hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  doth  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


GOD. 


L.  M. 

•  Existence  of  God. 

1  THERE  IS  a  God  ! — all  nature  speaks, 

Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies ; 
See  ! — from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 

When  earliest  beams  of  morning  rise  I 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright. 

Throughout  the  world’s  extended  frame, 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker’s  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad. 

And  trace  creation’s  wonders  o’er ! 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God  ; 

Bow  down  before  him  and  adore. 


c.  M. 

Creation  and  Providence. 


1  LORD !  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys 

Creation’s  beauties  o’er, 

All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 

And  bid  my  soul  adore. 

2  Where’er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes. 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 

Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 

And  speak  their  source  divine. 


3  On  me  thy  providence  hath  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays; 

Oh  !  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

4  All -bounteous  Lord  !  thy  grace  impart  ; 

Oh  !  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts,  with  ever-grateful  heart, 

And  crown  them  with  thv  love. 


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H.  M. 

•  Perfections  of  God*s  Government. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns ; 

His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 

The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty  : 

His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 


2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 

His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law : 

And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 

His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  perfect  work, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines ; 

Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs : 

Strong  is  his  arm — and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees — his  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend, — 

And  will  he  WTite  his  name. 

My  Father  and  my  Friend  7 
I  love  his  name, — I  love  his  word : 

Join,  all  my  powers  !  and  praise  the  Lord. 


C.  M. 

God.  the  Creator. 


1  ETERNAL  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise. 

Thee  the  creation  sings  ; 

With  thy  loved  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven’s  high  palace  rings. 

2  How  wide  thy  hand  hath  spread  the  sky  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye. 

And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round. 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 

Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill. 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad ; 


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Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder — God. 

5  But  still,  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
Our  softer  passions  move  ; 

Pity  divine,  in  Jesus^  face. 

We  see,  adore,  and  love. 


3. 


C.  M. 

God’s  eternal  Dominion. 


1  GREAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  i 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood. 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made : 

Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 


3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years. 

Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 

To  thee  there ’s  nothing  old  appears — 

Great  God  !  there ’s  nothing  new.  \ 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares ; 

While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  I  / 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 


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II.  M. 


Praise  from  all  Creation. 


1  ANGELS !  assist  to  sing 

The  honors  of  your  God  ; 

Touch  every  tuneful  string, 

And  sound  his  name  abroad  : 

Come,  pour  the  trembling  notes  along. 
And  swell  the  grand  immortal  song. 

2  And,  ye  of  meaner  birth ! 

Your  joyful  voices  raise  ; 

Inhabitants  of  earth  ! 

Your  great  Creator  praise  : 

Let  your  hosannas  joyful  rise. 

And  shake  the  earth  and  pierce  the  skie.s. 


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3  Let  day  and  dusky  night. 

In  solemn  order,  join 
His  praises  to  recite, 

And  speak  his  power  divine; 

Let  every  hill  and  every  vale 
Re-echo  with  the  sacred  tale. 

4  Let  every  creature  sing 

The  honors  of  our  God ; 

Touch  every  tuneful  string. 

And  spread  his  praise  abroad : 

Come,  pour  the  trembling  notes  along  ; 

And  swell  the  universal  song. 

L.  M. 

Majesty  of  God. 

1  COME,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays. 

Attempt  thy  great  Creator’s  praise  ; 

But  Oh  !  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame** 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  I 

2  Enthroned  amidst  the  radiant  spheres. 

He  glory,  like  a  garment,  wears  ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine 
Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

In  all  our  Maker’s  grand  designs. 
Omnipotence  with  wisdom  shines ; 

His  works,  through  all  his  wondrous  frame, 
Bear  the  great  impress  of  his  name. 

Raised  on  devotion’s  lofty  wing. 

Do  thou,  my  soul  !  his  glories  sing  ; 

And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 

Till  listening  worlds  repeat  the  song. 

7s. 

Praise  for  temporal  Mercies. 

1  PRAISE  to  God  ’.—immortal  praise. 

For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  : 
Bounteous  scource  of  every  joy  ! 

Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o’er  the  smiling  land 
All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich,  o’erflowing  stores 


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’  GOD. 

3  These  to  that  dear  source  we  owe, 
Whence  our  sweetest  comforts  flow ; 
These,  through  all  my  happy  days. 
Claim  my  cheerful  songs  of  praise. 

4  Lord !  to  thee  my  soul  should  raise 
Grateful,  never-ending  praise ; 

And,  when  every  blessing ’s  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 

c.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Creator . 

1  ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God  ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name ! 

Thy  glories,  how  diffused  abroad. 
Through  all  creation’s  frame ! 

2  Nature,  in  every  dress, 

Her  humble  homage  pays  ; 

And  does,  a  thousand  ways,' express 
Her  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

Her  great  Creator  too ; 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days. 

And  oft  to  God  my  soul  ascend. 

In  grateful  songs  of  praise. 

H.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  Goa. 

1  TO  your  Creator,  God, 

Your  great  preserver,  raL 

Ye  crehtures  of  his  hand  ! 

Your  highest  notes  of  praL 
Let  every  voice 
"  Proclaim  his  power. 

His  name  adore. 

And  loud  rejoice. 

2  Let  every  creature  join 
To  celebrate  his  name. 

And  all  their  various  powers 
Assist  th’  exalted  theme  : 

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Let  nature  raise. 

From  every  tongue, 

A  general  song 
Of  grateful  praise. 

3  But  Oh  !  from  human  tongues 

Should  nobler  praises  flow ; 
And  every  thankful  heart 
With  warm  devotion  glow : 
Your  voices  raise 
Above  the  rest ; 

Ye  highly  blest ! 

Declare  his  praise. 

4  Assist  me,  gracious  God  ! 

My  heart,  my  voice  inspire ; 
Then  shall  I  grateful  join 
The  universal  choir : 

Thy  grace  can  raise 
My  heart,  my  tongue, 

And  tune  my  song 
To  lively  praise. 


c.  M. 

Wonders  of  God’s  Love. 


1  YE  humble  souls  \  approach  your  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 

For  he  is  good,  supremely  good; 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

'  2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care. 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 

But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 


3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel-worms  ; 

’T  is  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge.  Lord  ’  we  come, 

’T  is  here  our  hope  relies  ; — 

A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home. 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard. 

The  souls  that  trUvSt  in  thee ; 

Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 


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6  Great  God  !  to  thine  almighty  love, 
What  honors  shall  we  raise  1 
Not  all  th’  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 


c.  M. 

The  glory  of  God  in  Creation. 


1  THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 
In  all  his  works  appears  ; 

His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 


2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe, 
By  him  in  wisdom  planned  ! 

’T  was  he  who  girded,  lik:  a  robe. 
The  ocean  round  the 


3  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heaven  your  eye  ; 
Thither  his  path  pursue  ; 

His  glory,  boundless  as  the  sky, 
O’erwhelms  the  wondering  view. 


4  How  excellent,  O  Lord  !  thy  name. 

In  all  creation’s  lines  ! 

Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 
With  rising  lustre  shines. 

5  These  lower  works  that  swell  thy  praise, 

High  as  our  thoughts  can  tower. 

Are  but  a  portion  of  thy  ways, — 

The  hiding  of  thy  power. 


6  Millions  before  thy  presence  stand. 
Who  feel,  while  they  adore, 
Fulness  of  joy,  at  thy  right  hand. 
And  pleasures  evermore. 


lls. 

The  Mercy  of  God. 


1  THY  mercy  my  God  !  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue ; 
Free  grace  hath  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last. 
Secured  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast. 

2  Thy  mercy,  has  vanquished  my  obdurate  heart. 
That  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart : 


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Dissolved  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  grouii^.., 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I ’ve  found. 

3  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 

To  the  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by  the  way 
No  sinner  shall  ever  a  place  be  denied, 

Who  comes  seeking  mercy  through  Jesus  that  died. 

4  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell ; 

Its  glories  I  ’ll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I  ’ll  tell : 

’T  was  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
Who  opened  the  fountain  of  mercy  for  me. 

S.  M. 

God,  all  and  in  all. 

1  MY  God.  my  life,  my  love  ! 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 

I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 

Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky. 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy. 

Without  thy  presence.  Lord  ! 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love. 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll. 

The  circle,  wdiere  my  passions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  soul. 

c.  M. 

•  Gonjiding  in  God. 

1  TO  thee,  my  God  !  my  heart  shall  bring 
The  lively,  grateful  song ; 

Attending  kings  shall  hear  me  sing, 

With  rapture  on  my  tongue. 

2  Amid  the  glories  of  thy  name, 

Thv  truth  exalted  shines  ; 


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A  faithful  God  thy  words  proclaim, 

In  everlasting  lines. 

3  When,  in  the  day  of  deep  distress, 

To  thee,  my  God  !  I  cried. 

With  strength  divine,  thy  powerful  grace 
My  fainting  soul  supplied. 

4  Thou,  Lord  !  wilt  all  my  hopes  fulfill, 

To  thee  the  work  belongs  ; 

Let  endless  mercy  guide  me  still. 

And  tune  my  grateful  songs. 

G.  M. 

•  71ie  Mercy- Seat. 

1  DEAR  Father!  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies : 

’T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat. 

When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die. 

If  thou,  my  God  !  art  near  ; 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 

And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord ! 

Thy  constant  aid  impart  ; 

Oh  !  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  Oh  !  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat ; 

Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 

And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 

c.  M. 

Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 

1  PERMIT  me.  Lord  !  to  seek  thy  face, 

Obedient  to  thy  call ; 

To  seek  the  presence  of  thy  grace. 

My  strength,  my  life,  my  all ! 

2  All  I  can  wish  is  thine  to  give : 

My  God  1  I  ask  thy  love, — 

That  greatest  boon  I  can  receive, — 

The  bliss  of  heaven  above. 

3  To  heaven  my  restless  heart  aspires; 

Oh  !  for  a  quickening  ray. 


HYMNS. 

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To  wake  and  warm  my  faint  desires, 

And  cheer  the  tiresome  way. 

The  path  to  thy  divine  abode 
Through  a  wild  desert  lies  ; 

A  thousand  snares  beset  the  road, — 

A  thousand  terrors  rise. 

5  Satan  and  sin  unite  their  art 

To  keep  me  from  my  Lord : 

Dear  Saviour !  guard  my  trembling  heart, 
And  guide  me  by  thy  word. 

6  My  Guardian,  my  almighty  Friend  I 

On  thee  my  soul, would  rest  ; 

On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend  ; 

Be  near,  and  I  am  blest. 

IL  M. 

•  Perpetual  Praise. 

1  TO  thee,  great  Source  of  light ! 

My  thankful  voice  I  ’ll  raise  ; 

And  all  my  powers  unite 
To  celebrate  thy  praise ; 

And,  till  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

May  praise  employ  my  every  breath. 

2  And  when  this  feeble  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  dust, 

My  soul  shall  dwell  among 
The  spirits  of  the  just ; 

Then,  with  the  shining  hosts  above, 

In  nobler  strains  I  ’ll  sing  thy  love, 

C.  M. 

•  God's  Presence  is  Light  in  Darkness, 

1  MY  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights  ; 

The  glory  of  my  brightest  days. 

And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 

He  is  my  soul’s  sweet  morning-«tar. 

And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine. 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss. 


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While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 

Run  up'^with  joy  the  shining  way, 

T’  embrace  my  dearest  Lord; 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I ’d  break  through  every  foe ; 

The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

s.  M. 

God^  my  Creator  and  BeneJ actor. 

1  MY  Maker  and  my  King  ! 

To  thee  my  all  I  owe ; 

Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2  The  creature  of  thy  hand, — 

On  thee  alone  I  live; 

My  God  !  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

3  Shall  I  withhold  thy  due  1 

And  shall  my  passions  rove  1 
Lord  !  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 

4  Oh  !  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine ; 

Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 

And  all  my  days  be  thine, 

C.  M. 

Thanlce  for  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 

Kind  guardian  of  my  days  ! 

Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life’s  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thine  indulgent  care  ; 

Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name, 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

3  Yet  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord  ! 

For  favors  more  divine ; — 


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That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

4  When  blest  with  that  transporting  view 
That  .Jesus  died  for  me, 

For  this  sweet  hope,  what  praise  is  due, 
O  God  of  grace  !  to  thee  ] 


5  Now  shall  my  joyful  powers  unite, 
In  more  exalted  lays, 

Till  I  shall  join  the  sons  of  light, 

In  everlasting  praise. 


L.  M. 

Imploring  divine  Influence. 


1  MY  God  !  whene’er  my  longing  heart 
Its  grateful  tribute  would  impart. 

In  vain  my  boldest  thoughts  arise,^ — 

I  sink  to  earth,  and  lose  the  skies. 

2  Thy  name  inspires  the  harps  above. 

With  harmony,  and  praise,  and  love  ; 

That  grace,  which  tunes  th’  immortal  strings. 
Looks  kindly  down  on  mortal  things. 


3  Oh  !  let  thy  grace  guide  every  song. 
And  fill  my  heart  and  tune  my  tongue ; 
Then  shall  the  strain  harmonious  flow, 
And  heaven^s  sweet  work  begin  below. 


C.  xM. 

Thanks  for  providenticd  Favors^ 


1  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  1 
My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view,  I ’m  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


2  Unnumbered  comforts,  on  my  soul, 
'I’hy  tender  care  bestowed. 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 


3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth. 

With  heedless  steps,  I  ran. 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 


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Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I  ’ll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I  ’ll  raise  : 

But  Oh  !  eternity ’s  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

L.  M. 

Song  of  Gratitude  and  Praise. 

1  GOD  of  my  life  !  through  all  my  days, 

I  ’ll  tune  the  grateful  notes  of  praise  ; 

The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light. 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest. 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast. 
The  notes  of  praise,  ascending  high, 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 


3  When  death  o’er  nature  shall  prevail, 

And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  Oh  !  when  that  last  conflict ’s  o’er, 

And  I  am  chained  to  earth  no  more, — 

With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies. 

5  Then  shall  I  learn  th’  exalted  strains 
That  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains. 

And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown. 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne.  • 


8s  and  7s. 
Praise  to  Jehovah. 


1  SAINTS  !  with  pious  zeal  attending. 
Now  a  grateful  tribute  raise; 
Joyful  songs,  to  heaven  ascending. 
Join  the  universal  praise. 


2  Round  Jehovah’s  footstool  kneeling. 
Lowly  bend  with  contrite  souls  ; 


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Here  his  milder  grace  revealing, 

Here  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls. 

3  Every  secret  fault  confessing, 

Deed  unholy — thought  of  sin, — 

Seize,  Oh  !  seize  the  proffered  blessing,— 
Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within. 

4  Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling. 

Still  the  song  of  glory  raise  ; 

On  the  theme  immortal,  dwelling. 

Join  the  universal  praise. 

L.  M. 

Retirement  and  Devotion. 

1  MY  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 

Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 

Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below. 

And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine. 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind. 

My  heaven — and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

C.  M. 

God^  our  Refuge. 

1  DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul ! 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, — 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 

My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief. 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief. 

For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  Oh !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 


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The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  1 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  1 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ] 

5  No, — still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner’s  prayer  : 

Oh !  may  I  ever  find  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there ! 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still : 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 

With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


C.  M. 

Thirsting  after  God. 


1  WHEN  fainting  in  the  sidtry  waste. 

And  parched  with  thirst  ext.  erne. 
The  weary  pilgrim  longs  to  taste 
The  cool  refreshing  stream  : — 

2  So  longs  the  weary,  fainting  mind, 

Opp  ressed  with  sins  and  woes. 

Some  soul-reviving  spring  to  find, 
Whence  heavenly  comfort  flows. 

3  Oh  !  may  I  thirst  for  thee,  my  God ! 

With  ardent,  strong  desire  ; 

And  still,  through  all  this  desert  road. 
To  taste  thy  grace  aspire. 

4  Then  shall  my  prayer  to  thee  ascend, 

A  grateful  sacrifice ; 

My  mourning  voice  wilt  thou  attend. 
And  grant  me  full  supplies. 


c.  M. 

GocZ,  as  seen  in  Nature. 


1  I  SING  th’  almighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise. 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  .he  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  ; 


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The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command^ 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  g^oodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 

He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word. 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

^  4  Lord !  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed^ 
Wherever  I  turn  mine  eye  ! 

If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 

Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

5  There ’s  not  a  plant  nor  flower  below, 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow. 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 


6  Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  thee, 
Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 

There  ^s  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 


c.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  God,  our  Father. 


1  COME,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 

And  sing  the  Saviour’s  love ; 

Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme, 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  ; 

Calls  you  his  treasure  and  his  joy. 

His  children  and  his  friends. 

3  My  Father,  God  !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ] 

Not  thus  could  heaven’s  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 

4  Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift 

His  bounteous  hands  bestow  ; 

And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 
Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 


OQ  L  M 

»  Perfections  of  God  in  his  Government. 


1  JEHOVAH  reigns — his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  ; 


'  GOD. 


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His  glory  shines,  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe  ; 

His  justice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 

His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face  ; 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines. 
And  baffles  Satan’s  deep  designs  ; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulhll 

The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will.  • 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  father  and  my  friend  1 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join : 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

c.  M. 

God,  all  in  all. 

X  MY  God,  my  portion  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all  ! 

I ’ve  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above. 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies. 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 

There ’s  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys : 
There ’s  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 

’T  is  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon ; 

If  thou  withdraw, — ’t  is  night. 

4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth. 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ! 

Or  what ’s  my  safety,  or  my  health, 

Or  all  my  friends  to  me  I 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth,  ^ 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, — 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 

I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas. 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thv  face, 

And  I  desire  no  more. 

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L.  M. 

•  God's  Condescension. 

1  UP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 

And  views  the  nations  from  afar. 

Let  everlasting  praises  fly. 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things. 

And  manages  our  mean  affairs : 

On  humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 
^  Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bosom  of  our  God  ; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour. 

And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 

Oh  !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace — 

To  the  third  heaven  our  songs  should  rise 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praise. 

S.  M. 

Exhortation  to  Praise. 

1  STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice  ! 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise. 

Above  all  blessing  high, 

Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name,  ' 
And  laud,  and  magnify  I 

3  Oh  !  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought. 

To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire. 

And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song. 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 

Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed. 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

5  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, — 

The  Lord,  your  God,  adore. 

Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name. 
Henceforth,  for  evermore. 


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L.  M. 

Men  not  comparable  with  God. 

1  SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ] 

Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just,"i:han  he  ] 

2  Behold  !  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne  ; 

Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  just  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay  ! 
Touched  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath. 

We  faint,  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

4  Almighty  Power !  to  thee  we  bow  ; 

How  frail  are  we — how  glorious  thou  I 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare. 
With  an  eternal  God,  compare. 


L.  M. 

Praise,  to  God. 


1  PRAISE,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  him,  who  earth’s  foundation  laid  : 
Praise  to  the  God,  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation,  as  he  please. 


2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word ; 

And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees. 

He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 

3  Whence,  then,  should  doubts  and  fears  arise ! " 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes] 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

4  Oh  !  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith. 

To  credit  what  th’  Almighty  saith  ; 

T’  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 

And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 


5  Then,  should  the  earth’s  old  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break. 

Our  steady  souls  would  fear  no  more. 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 


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c. M.  '  ' 

Goodness  of  God  seen  in  his  Works. 


1  HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  ! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  ; 

Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view  ; 

And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult, 
With  transports  ever-new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which'gilds  the  gloom  of  night; 

And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn, 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill— the  humble  lawn. 

With  countless  beauties  shine  ; 

The  silent  grove— the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

5  And  while,  in  all  thy  wondrous  ways, 

Thy  varied  love  we  see ; 

Oh  !  may  our  hearts,  great  God  !  be  led 
Through  all  thy  works  to  thee. 


L.  M. 


46. 


Wisdom  a/nd  Knowledge  of  God. 


1  AWAKE,  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring 
To  him,  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing ; 
Praise  him,  who  is  all  praise  above,: — 

The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge — how  profound  ! 

A  depth,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned 
The  stars  he  numbers  ; — and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold  : 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine. 

To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  But  in  redemption.  Oh  !  what  grace  !— 

Its  wonders.  Oh  !  what  thought  can  trace ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright;- 
Praise  him,  my  soul !  with  sweet  delight. 


GOD. 


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Sovereignty  and  Dominion  of  God. 


1  KEEP  silence,  all  created  things  ! 

And  wait  your  Maker’s  nod  ; 

My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 


2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown. 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 

He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 


3  Chained  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies. 

With  all  the  fates  of  men. 

With  every  angel’s  form  and  size. 
Drawn  by  th’  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  his  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke. 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 


5  My  God  !  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes, — 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me. 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

6  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

Oh  !  may  I  find  my  name. 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb. 


H.  M. 

Faithfulness  qf  God. 


1  THE  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke ; 
Nor  will  th’  eternal  King 
His  words  of  grace  revoke  : 

They  stand  secure 
And  steadfast  still  ; 

Not  Zion’s  hill 
Abides  so  sure. 


2  The  m^juntains  melt  away, 

W  nen  once  the  Judge  appears ; 
And  sun  and  moon  decay, 

That  measure  mortal  vears : 

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But  still  the  same, 

In  radiant  lines, 

The  promise  shines 
Through  all  the  flame. 

3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 
Through  my  attentive  ears. 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground. 
And  dissipate  the  spheres  ; 

Mid  all  the  shock 
Of  that  dread  scene, 

I  stand  serene  ; — 

Thy  word,  my  rock. 


c.  M 


49. 


The  glories  of  Redemption. 


1  FATHER  !  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 

Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs,' 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power. 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 

And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour. 

We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 

Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess, — 

Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone. 

The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains : 

Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel’s  name^ 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  Oh  !  may  I  bear  some  humble  part. 

In  that  immortal  song  : 

Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart. 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 


The  God  of  Mercy  and  Justice. 


1  THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; — 


GOD. 


“Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names, 

By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  “  Ye  dying  souls,  that  sit 

In  darkness  and  distress  ! 

Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit. 

To  my  recovering  grace.” 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, — 
Our  righteousness  and  strength  is  found 
•  In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone. 

4  In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  guilt  forgiven  ; 

-God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just. 
And  take  the  saints  to  heaven. 


c.  M. 

Almighty  Power  and  Majesty  of  God. 


1  THE  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might. 

The  winds  obey  his  will  ; 

He  speaks, — and,  in  his  heavenly  height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves  !  arid  o’er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand. 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night !  your  force  combine 

Without  his  high  behest. 

Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain-pine. 

Disturb  the  sparrow’s  nest. 


4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar. 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 

He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 


5  Ye  nations  !  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 
Ye  monarchs  !  wait  his  nod. 

And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  your  God. 


c.  M. 

God,  holy,  just,  and  sovereign. 


1  HOW  should  the  sons  of  Adam’s  race 
Be  pure  before  their  God  I 


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If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 

We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wise  ; 

What  vain  presumers  dare, 

Against  their  Maker’s  hand  to  rise, 

Or  tempt  th’  unequal  war  ] 

3  Mountains,  by  his  almighty  wrath. 

From  their  old  seats  are  torn ; 

He  shakes  the  earth,  from  south  to  north. 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn  •• 

4  He  bids  the  sun  forbear  to  rise — 

Th’  obedient  sun  forbears  : 

His  hand  with  sackcloth  spreads  the  skies, 
And  seals  up  all  the  stars. 

5  He  walks  upon  the  stormy  sea, 

Flies  on  the  stormy  wind  : 

There ’s  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footsteps  find. 

c.  M. 

The  divine  Purpose  and  Providence. 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 

He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep,  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs. 

And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  !  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence. 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


GOD. 


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G  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain: 

God  IS  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

A 

Love  of  God. 

1  COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord  ! 

And  raise  your  soul  above  ; 

Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord. 

To  sing  that — God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares. 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 

While  Christ,  th’  atoning  Lamb,  appears, 
To  show  that — God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits, 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 

And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them — God  is  love. 

4  The  work  begun  is  carried  on. 

By  power  from  heaven  above ; 

And  every  step,  from  first  to  last, 
Proclaims  that — God  is  love. 

5  Oh  !  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove ; 

Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that — God  is  love. 

5  c.  M. 

•  The  Sovereignty  of  God. 

1  THY  way,  O  God  !  is  in  the  sea  ; 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace. 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 
My  captive  soul  surround  ; 

Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
My  inward  thoughts  confound. 

3  As,  through  a  glas.s,  I  dimly  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  love. 

How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 

Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 


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4  Though  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will, 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight : 

When  will  thy  love  the  whole  reveal 
In  glory’s  clearer  light  ] 

5  In  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

7s. 

Universal  Praise  to  God. 

1  SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 

Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 

When  Jehovah’s  work  begun, — 

When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 

When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born  ; 

Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, — 

Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 

God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 

Till  that  glorious  morning  come  1 
No  ! — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice. 

Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice. 

Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love. 

Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath. 

Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 

Then,  amid  eternal  joy. 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

c.  M. 

•  A  faithful  God. 

1  BEGIN,  my  tongue  !  some  heavenly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing, — 

The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 


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2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad  ; 

Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 

And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim~‘-  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word, 

With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  eternal  brass. 

The  mighty  promise  shines. 

Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  raze. 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

5  His  word  of  grace  is  sure  and  stiong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  : 

The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

6  Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper, — “Thou  art  mine 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song, 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

7s. 

Thanksgiving. 

1  SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song  ; 
Prai.ses  to  our  God  belong: 

Saints  and  angels  !  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land  : 

Guarded  by  his  watchful  eye, 

Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway. 

May  we  cheerfully  obey, 

Never  feel  oppression’s  rod. 

Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings ; 

Let  us  join  the  choral  song. 

And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

Q  C.  M. 

^  *  Endless  Praise. 

1  YES — I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God  ! 
Through  all  my  mortal  days, 


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And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 
The  honors  of  my  God  ; 

My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers. 

Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

Not  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 

Though  death  will  close  my  eyes : 

My  thoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  heights 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

There  shall  my  lips  in  endless  praise 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay  : 

The  theme  demands  an  angel’s  tongue, 

And  an  eternal  day. 

L.  M. 

God  acknowledged  in  national  Blessings. 

1  GREAT  God  of  nations  !  now  to  Ihee 
Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 

With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 

We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  Thy  name  we  bless.  Almighty  God ! 

For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 

To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod,— 

This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here,  Freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray 

Here,  thou  our  fathers’  steps  didst  guide 
In  safety,  through  their  dangerous  way. 

4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel’s  light. 
Through  all  our  land,  its  radiance  sheds ; 

Dispels  the  shades  of  error’s  night, 

And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 

5  Great  God  !  preserve  us  in  thy  fear  ; 

In  dangers  still  our  guardian  be ; 

Oh  1  spread  thy  truth’s  bright  precepts  here,- 
Let  all  the  people  worship  thee. 

L.  p.  M. 

National  Praise  and  Prayer. 

-  1  WITH  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs ; 

His  power  and  mercy  we  proclaim  : 


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Through  every  age,  Oh  !  may  we  own, 
Jehovah  here  has  fixed  his  throne, — 
And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 

2  Long  as  the  moon  her  course  shall  run, 
Or  men  behold  the  circling  sun. 

Lord  !  in  our  land,  support  thy  reign  ; 
Crown  her  just  counsels  with  success. 
With  truth  and  peace  her  borders  bless. 
And  all  thy  sacred  rights  maintain* 


CHRIST. 


c.  M. 


Christ’s  Nativity. 


1  MORTALS  !  awake  ;  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 

Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th’  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran. 

And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift,  through  the  vast  expanse,  it  flew. 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 

’T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th’  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 

To  bear  the  news  to  mam 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout. 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 

Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th’  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat — 

** Glory  to  God  on  high!” 

Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete  ; 
Jesus  is  born  to  die. 


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8s  and  7s. 

Christy  the  Saviour^  honrn. 

1  HAIL,  thou  long-expected  Jesus  ! 
Born  to  set  thy  .people  free  ; 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 


2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art ; 
Long-desired  of  every  nation,  ' 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver, — 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, — 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, — 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit. 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


)4. 


C.  M 

The  Redeemer's  Message. 

1  HARK  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes,- 

The  Saviour,  promised  long : 

Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 

(j  Wisdom,  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love. 

His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes, — the  prisoners  to  release. 

In  Satan’s  bondage  held  ; 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst — 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,-the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 

And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T’  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas.  Prince  of  peace  ! 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 

•  And  heaven’s  eternal  arches  ring 
.  W  ith  thy  beloved  name. 


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S  M. 

The  Nativity  of  Christ. 


1  BEHOLD  the  grace  appear  — 

The  blessing  promised  long  ! 
Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near, 
In  their  triumphant  song  : — 


2  “  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth ; 
Good-will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer’s  birth. 


3  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues ; 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs  : — 

4  “  Glory  to  God  on  high. 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth ; 
Good-will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer’s  birth.” 


7s. 

Songs  of  the  Angels. 


1  HARK  !  the  herald-angels  sing, — 
“Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, — 
God  and  sinners  reconciled.” 


2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations  !  rise. 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  th’  angelic  host,  proclaim, — 
“  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem.” 

3  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by. 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 


4  Hail !  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace ! 
Hail !  the  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings. 

Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 


5  Let  us  then  with  angels  sing, — 

“  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, — 
God  and  sinners  reconciled.” 


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HYMNS. 


H.  M. 

Joy  at  ImnianueVs  Birth 


1  HARK  !  hark  ! — the  notes  of  joy 
Roll  o’er  the  heavenly  plains, 

And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 

Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known  ; 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 


2  Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  draw  nigh, 
The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 

Jesus  forsakes  the  sky. 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend ; 

He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 

He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 


3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found. 

What  pity  he  can  show ; 

Ye  winds  that  blow  !  ye  waves  that  roll ! 
^  Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 


4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again,  ‘ 

To  great  Immanuel’s  name  ; 

Arise,  ye  sons  of  men  ! 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim ; 

Angels  and  men  !  wake  every  string, 
’T  is  God  the  Saviour’s  praise  we  sinsr> 


8s  and  7s. 

The  Songs  of  Angels. 


1  HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices. 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  I 
Lo  !  th’  angelic  host  rejoices — 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 


2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  ; — 
“Glory  in  the  highest,  glory — 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  “Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 

Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven  ; — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 


CHRIST. 


4  “Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  !  his  praises  sing 
Oh  !  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  prophet,  priest,  and  king. 

5  “  Hasten,  inortals  !  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  1” 

II.  M. 

Tht  Birth  of  Christ. 

HARK  !  what  celestial  notes, 

What  melody  we  hear  ! 

Soft  on  the  morn  it  floats. 

And  fills  the  ravished  ear  : 

The  tuneful  shell, 

The  golden  lyre. 

And  vocal  choir 
The  concert  swell. 

2  Th’  angelic  hosts  descend, 

With  harmony  divine  ; 

See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 
And  in  full  chorus  join  ! 

“Fear  not,”  say  they, 

“  Great  joy  we  bring ; — 

Jesus,  your  King, 

Is  born  to-day. 

3  “He  comes,  from  error’s  night. 
Your  wandering  feet  to  save ; 

To  realms  of  bliss  and  light. 

He  lifts  you  from  the  grave : 

This  glorious  morn. 

Let  all  attend ; 

Your  matchless  friend. 

Your  Saviour ’s  born. 

4  “  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals  !  spread  the  sound, 

And  let  your  raptures  fly. 

To  earth’s  remotest  bound : 

For  peace  on  earth, 

,  From  God  in  heaven, 

To  man  is  given, 

At  Jesus’  birth.” 


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HYMNS. 


8s  and  7s. 

•  The  Incarnation." 

1  SHEPHERDS  !  hail  the  wondrous  stranger 

Now  to  Bethle’m  speed  your  way  ; 

Lo  !  in  yonder  humble  manger, 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born  to-day : — 

2  Christ,  by  prophets  long-predicted, 

Joy  of  Israel’s  chosen  race  ; 

Light  to  Gentiles  long-afflicted. 

Lost  in  error’s  darkest  maze. 

3  Bright  the  star  of  your  salvation. 

Pointing  to  his  rude  abode  ! 

Rapturous  news  for  every  nation  : — 
Mortals  !  now  behold  your  God  ! 

4  Glad,  we  trace  th’  amazing  story, 

Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell ; 

Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glory — 
Sinners  saved  from  death  and  hell. 

•  5  Love  eternal  moved  the  Saviour,  ^ 

Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by  ; 

Blessings  .on  the  Lamb  for  ever — 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 

7s. 

T%e  Star  in  the  East. 

1  SONS  of  men  !  behold  from  far, 

Hail  the  long-expected  star  ; — 

Jacob’s  star,  that  gilds  the  night, 

Guides  bewildered  nature  right. 

2  Never  fear,  that  hence  should  flow 
Wars  or  pestilence  below  : 

Wars  it  bids,  and  tumults,  cease. 

Ushering  in  the  Prince  of  peace. 

3  Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath. 

Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death,—* 
Scattering  error’s  wide-spread  night. 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

4  Nations  all !  far  off  and  near, 

Haste  to  see  your  God  appear  ; 

Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare. 

Meet  him  manifested  there. 


CHRIST. 


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Joy  of  Angels  at  the  Saviour's  Bii  th. 

1  WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 

night,  . 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 

2  “Fear  not,”  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, 

“  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring. 

To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  “  To  you,  in  David’s  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David’s  line. 

The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign  ; — 

4  “  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed. 

All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands. 

And  in  a  manger  laid.” 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph — and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  : — 

6  “  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 

Good-wili  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin,  and  never  cease  I” 


8s,  7s  and  4s. 

O  •  Good  Tidings  of  great  Joy. 

1  ANGELS  !  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o’er  all  the  earth ; 
Ye,  who  sang  creation’s  story, 

Now  proclaim  Messiah’s  birth  : 

Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds !  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o’er  your  flocks  by  night,- 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 

Yonder  shines  the  infant  light : 

Come  and  worship — 

Worrd'jip  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


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HYMNS. 


3  Sages  !  leave  your  contemplations — 
Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  : 

Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


4  Saints  !  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending. 

In  his  temple  shall  appear  : 

Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King 

5  Sinners  !  wrung  with  true  repentance. 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains. 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains  . 

Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


11  s  and  10s. 
Star  of  the  East. 


1  BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn¬ 


ing  ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  \ 
Star  of  the  Eastf — the  horizon  adorning — 

Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


2  Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining  ; 

Low  lies  his  head,  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall  ^ 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion. 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ! 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation. 

Vainly  w-ith  gold,  would  his  favor  secure; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart’s  adoration, — 

Dearer  to  God,  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  east ! — the  horizon  adorning — 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


CHRIST. 


C.  M. 

TJie  Incarnation. 


1  AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 

Let  every  heart,  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th’  eternal  Word. 


2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power 
By  whom  the  w'orlds  were  made,— 
Oh  !  happy  morn — illustrious  hour  ! — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed. 


3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 
In  all  their  glorious  forms, 

When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 

To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 


4  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies. 

And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  wo. 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

5  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 

With  rapture,  then,  let  human  tongues 
Their  grateful  homage  pay. 


Vo  c.  M. 

'  0#  The  Song  of  Angels. 

1  ANGELS  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung. 

At  our  Redeemer’s  birth  : 

Mortals  !  awake ;  let  every  tongue 
Proclaim  his  matchless  worth. 

2  Glory  to  God  who  dwells  on  high. 

And  sent  his  only  Son 
To  take  a  servant’s  form,  and  die, 

For  evils  we  had  done  ! 


3  Good-will  to  men : — ye  fallen  race  ! 

Arise,  and  shout  for  joy  ; 

He  comes  with  rich,  abounding  grace 
To  save,  and  not  destroy. 

4  Lord  !  send  the  gracious  tidings  forth. 

And  fill  the  world  with  light. 

That  Jew  and  Gentile,  through  the  earth, 
\  ^  May  know  thy  saving  might. 


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HYMNS. 


5  Ye  poor  !  who  tremble  at  the  word, 
Distressed,  and  helpless  too,— 

Oh  1  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord, 
For  he  was  born  for  you. 


L.  M. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


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1  WHEN, marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky  ; 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner’s  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !— to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks,— 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode. 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark,— 
The  ocean  yawned— and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze. 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  }— 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 

And  through  the  storm,  and  danger’s  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o’er, 

I  ’ll  sing,  first  in  night’s  diadem. 

For  ever  and  for  evermore. 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


C.  M. 

Christ’s  Commission. 


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1  COME,  happy  souls  !  approach  your  God, 

With  new  melodious  songs ; 

Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love. 

That  pitied  dying  men, 

The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 


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3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus  I  were  not  armed 

With  a  revenging  rod  ; 

No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  ot  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild. 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne. 

When  Christ,  on  the  kind  errand,  came. 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners  !  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 

Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour’s  name, 

And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord  !  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 

We  bless  the  great  Redeemer’s  love, 

And  give  the  Father  praise. 

f  y  ,  Christ's  Compassion  to  the  Weak. 

1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High-Priest  above  ; 

His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness. 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 

For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure. 

The  great  Redeemer  stood  ; 

While  Satan’s  fiery  darts  he  bore, 

And  did  resist  to  blood. 


4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh. 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears  ^ 
And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power ; 

We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace, 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


80. 


C.  M. 

God  glorified  in  the  Gospel. 

1  THE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 
Invites  his  children  near ; 


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While  power,  and  truth,  and  boundless  love, 
Display  their  glories  here/ 

2  Here,  in  thy  gospel’s  wondrous  frame, 

.Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue  ; 

A  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name. 

Beyond  whate’er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines, — 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace ; 

Wisdom  through  all  the  mystery  shines, — 
And  shines  in  Jesus’  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ; 

And  thy  revenging  justice  shows 
Its  honors  in  his  blood. 

5  But  still  the  lustre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs. 

Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays. 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 


L.  M. 

Peace  and  Hope  through  ChrisVs  Intercession. 


1  HE  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives  1 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father-God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 


2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears. 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears  j 
But,  in  the  Saviour’s  lovely  face. 

Sweet  mercy  smiles — and  all  is  peace. 

3  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour. 

When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power. 

Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 

That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

4  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 

On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend : 

Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 

For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 


C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Saviour. 


1  OH  !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer’s  praise  I 


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The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  !  • 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God ! 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus — the  name  that  calms  my  fears. 

That  bids  my  sorrows  cease  ; 

’T  is  music  to  my  ravished  ears ; 

’T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin. 

He  sets  the  pris’ner  free ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  Let  us  obey,  we  then  shall  know. 

Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiven ; 
Anticipate  our  heaven  below, 

And  own,  that  love  is  heaven. 


L.  M. 

Hosannas  to  Christ. 


1  WHAT  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 
That  echo  thus  from  Salem’s  plains] 
What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
Sweetly  resound  from  Zion’s  hill  ] 

2  Lo  !  ’t  is  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  : 

The  Saviour  comes,  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus’  name. 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise. 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise : 

Still  Israel’s  children  forward  press 
To  hail  the  Lord,  their  righteousness. 

4  Proclaim  hosannas  loud  and  clear : 

See  David’s  son  and  Lord  appear ! 

Glory  and  praise  on  earth  be  given, — 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  heaven. 


c.  M. 

Jestis,  my  Trust. 


1  JESUS  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
’T  is  music  to  mine  ear ; 

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HYMNS. 


Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 

That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes, — thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  joy,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 

Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 

And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish. 

In  thee  most  richly  meet ; 

Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 

Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; — 

The  healing  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 

The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I  ’ll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

With  my  last  lab’ring  breath  ; 

Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms. 
The  antidote  of  death. 


c.  M. 

God  reconciled  in  Christ. 


1  DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
'  My  Jesus  and  my  God  ! 

Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love. 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  1 

2  ’T  is  by  the  merits  of  thy  death. 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 

’T  is  by  thino  interceding  breath. 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see. 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But,  if  Immanuel’s  face  appear. 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 

His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear. 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely. 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast ; — 
I  love  th’  incarnate  mystery. 

And  there  I  flx  my  trust. 


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86. 


C.  P.  M. 

^  ,  Tlie  Excellency  of  Christ. 

1  OH  !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth,— 

Oh  !  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 

I ’d  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 

And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings. 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I 'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears. 

And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears,' 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ; 

In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

I  would,  to  everlasting  days. 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come, 

When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home? 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  ;  x*  •  j 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friena, 

A  blest  eternity  I  ’ll  spend — 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

C.  M. 

3  /  ,  Christ.,  the  living  Fountain.  , 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel’s  veins ; 

And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  may  1,  though  vile  as  he. 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 

Till  all  the  ransomed  church  ot  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E’er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 

And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  ’ll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 

,  ;  When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
'  '  Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


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C.  M. 

Sun  of  Right ecmsness. 

1  RISE,  glorious  Sun  !  supremely  bright, 

Diffuse  thy  rays  abroad  ; 

Scatter  the  shades  of  gloomy  night, 

And  show  the  heavenly  road. 

2  With  healing  in  thy  wings,  arise 

On  this  dark  soul  of  mine  ; 

Oh  !  pour  thy  glories  from  the  skies. 

And  give  me  life  divine. 

3  Though  thorns  and  briers,  pits  and  snares 

Beset  the  path  I  go. 

One  ray  of  thine  dispels  my  fears, 

And  guides  me  safely  through. 

s.  M. 

Christ,  suffering  for  our  Sins. 

1  LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray. 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 

Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 

But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour. 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid. 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  shepherd’s  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace. 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  ! 

His  life  and  blood  the  shepherd  pays, 

A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  But  God^shall  raise  his  head. 

O’er  all  the  sons  of  men. 

And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

5  “I  ’ll  give  him,”  saith  the  Lord, 

“A  portion  with  the  strong; 

He  shall  possess  a  large  reward. 

And  hold  his  honors  long.” 

L.  M. 

•  The  Teaching  of  Jesus. 

1  HOW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel’s  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace. 


CHRIST. 

While  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place  I 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke 

To  heaven  he  led  his  folFwers’  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  Come,  wanderers !  to  my  Father’s  home. 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones  !  and  rest; —  , 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher  !  we  will  come. 

Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ! 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride  !  decay  ; 

A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 

And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

s.  M. 

Preserving  Grace. 

1  TO  God,  the  only-wise. 

Our  SaviouV  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints,  below  the  skies. 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  ’T  is  his  almighty  love. 

His  counsel  and  his  care. 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death. 

And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls. 

Unblemished  and  complete. 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face,  ' 

With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne ; 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer-God, 

Wisdom,  with  power,  belongs; 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty. 

And  everlasting  songs. 

L.  M. 

•  Love  of  Christ. 

1  I  WAS  a  traitor  doomed  to  die, 

/..'Bound  to  endure  eternal  pains ; 

■ 

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When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 

Was  moved  by  love,  and  broke  my  chains. 

2  Did  melting  pity  stoop  so  low. 

The  Lord  from  heaven  pour  out  his  blood. 
To  save  our  rebel-race  from  wo, 

And  be  our  advocate  with  God  1 

3  Infinite  mercy  !  boundless  love  ! 

Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies  I 
The  Son  of  God,  his  grace  to  prove. 

Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  groans,  and  dies ! 

s.  M. 

77ie  Light  of  the  World. 

1  HOW  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes. 

Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light. 

Over  our  souls  arise  I 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven  : 

But  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 

We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways ; 

His  hands  infected  nature  cure. 

With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  : 

He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord !  we  adore  thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 


7s. 

Sun  of  Righteousness. 


1  CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, — 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, — 

Sun  of  Righteousness !  arise. 

Triumph  o’er  the  shades  of  night : 
Day-Spring  from  on  high  !  be  near. 
Day-star  1  in  my  heart  appear. 


CHRIST. 


2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me  ; 
Joyless  is  the  day’s  return, 

Till  thy  mercy’s  beams  I  see  ; 

Till  they  inward  light  impart, — 

■  Peace  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine,  ^  ^ 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me.  Radiancy  divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 

More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


/  c.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer, 


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1  PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay. 

Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope. 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief ; 

He  saw,  and— Oh  !  amazing  love  I — 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above. 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled. 

Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour’s  praises  speak. 

5  Angels  !  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne’er  be  told. 


c.  M. 


Pearl  of  great  Price. 


\  YE  glittering  toys  of  earth  !  adieu  ; — 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 

J  A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, — 

A  treasure  all  divine. 


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2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  flattering  baits  of  sense  I 
Inestimable  worth  appears, — 

The  pearl  of  price  immense. 

3  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call. 

Their  boasted  stores  resign. 

With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 

For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

4  Should  earth’s  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 

I ’d  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart. 

And  be  for  ever  blessed. 

5  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul’s  desires ! 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine ; 

Accept  the  praise  that  grace  inspires, 
Since  I  can  call  thee  mine. 

c.  M. 

Christy  our  Support  in  Death, 

1  JESUS  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 
Hath  overpowering  charms  : 

Scarce  shall  I  feel  death’s  cold  embrace, 
While  in  the  Saviour’s  arms.  ' 

2  And  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break. 
How  sweet  the  minutes  roll ! 

A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 

And  glory  in  my  soull 

L.  M. 

Christy  our  Wisdom  and  our  Righteousr^ess. 

1  BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night. 

We  lie,  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind. 

And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mini 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears. 

Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 

Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress. 

And  sing  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

3  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns. 

Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains  : 

He  sets  the  pris’ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 


CHRIST. 


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4  Poor  helpless  worms  in, thee  possess 

Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness  : 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All — and  we 
Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord  !  to  thee. 


s.  M. 

All  Things  in  Christ. 


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1  THOU  very-present  Aid 

In  suffering  and  distress  I  • 

The  mind, which  still  on  thee  is  stayed, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul,  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer’s  breast, 

Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene’er  thy  face  appears ; 

It  stills  the  sighing  orphan’s  moan. 

And  dries  the  widow’s  tears. 

4  It  hallows  every  cross. 

It  sweetly  comforts  me  ; 

It  makes  me  now  forget  my  loss. 

And  lose  myself  in  thee. 

5  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Will  all  my  wishes  fill ; 

What  though  created  streams  are  dry! 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

b  Stripped  of  my  earthly  friends, 

I  And  them  all  in  one: 

And  peace,  and  joy  which  never  ends, 
And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 


L.  M. 

The  Mercy  of  God  in  Christ. 


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1  NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men. 

Did  Christ,the  Son  of  God,appear; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 

No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well. 

He  sent  his  Son,  to  bear  our  load 

Of  siiis,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 


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3  Sinners  !  believe  the  Saviour’s  word, 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  ; 

A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

L.  M. 

•  horce  of  Christ  in  the  Heart. 

1  COME,  dearest  Lord  !  descend  and  dwell. 

By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength ; 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess. 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  eternal  love  and  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know. 

Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ,  the  Son.  - 

s.  M. 

Vital  Union  to  Christ. 

1  DEAR  Saviour  !  we  are  thine 
By  everlasting  blinds  ; 

Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign , 

Our  hearts  are  in  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave. 

With  ever-growing  zeal; 

If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave. 

Oh  !  let  them  ne’er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 
Our  souls  to  thee,  our  head ; 

Shall  form  us  to  thine  image  bright, 

That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 
F^om  these  abodes  of  clay; 

But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  and  fear  1 

If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 

He  ’ll  fix  his  members  there. 


CHRIST. 

I 

C.  M. 

God's  Love  in  Christ. 

1  THE  Saviour  ! — Oh  !  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 

Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow. 

For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin. 

And  doomed  to  endless  wo. 

3  Oh  !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine,  \ 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour  !  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 

I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies. 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice. 

My  Saviour,  and  my  all ! 


ir.  M. 

Mission  of  Christ. 


1  COME,  every  pious  heart. 

That  loves  the  Saviour’s  name  ! 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 
To  celebrate  his  fame  ; 

Tell  all  above,  and  all  below. 

The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 


2  He  left  his  starry  crown. 

And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 

On  wings  of  love,  came  down. 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 

What  he  endured  no  tongue  can  tell, 

To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, — 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 

And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 

'  Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
I'  And  reigns  on  high, the  Saviour-God. 

4  From  thence  he  ’ll  quickly  come, — 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, — 


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HYMNS, 


And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day  : 

There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 


c.  M 

King  of  Saints. 


1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour’s  name, 
And  joy  to  make  it  known  ! 

The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  the  throne. 


2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crowned 

With  glories  all-divine  ; 

And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  these  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power  and  boundless  grace, 

In  him  unite  their  rays  ; 

Ye  that  have  e’er  beheld  his  face  ! 

Can  ye  forbear  his  praise  ] 


4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  King, 

We  long  to  love  as  angels  do. 

And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain] 

Lord  !  teach  our  songs  to  rise  ; 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 

And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 


c.  M. 

A  new  Song  to  the  Lamb. 


1  BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amidst  his  Father’s  throne  ! 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name. 
And  songs,  before  unknown. 


2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet. 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 


3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 
And  these  the  hymns  they  raise : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 

He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 


CHRIST. 


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4  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever,  on  thy  head. 

5  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  pris’ners  free. 

Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

c.  M. 

Asking  the  Presence  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints! 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 

While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

•  With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 

How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies ! 

3  Come,  Lord  !  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame ; 

Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  glory  shine. 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here. 

Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say, — 

Come,  great  Redeemer !  come. 

And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day. 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

L  M. 

•  Divinity  of  Christ  proved  by  his  Miracles. 

1  BEHOLD  !  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ; 
Behold  !  the  dead  awake  and  live  ; 

The  dumb  speak  wonders — and  the  lame 
Leap,  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 

2  Thus  doth  th’  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son  ; 

I  The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
fl  While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

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3  He  dies — the  heavens  in  mourning  stood  ! 
He  rises,  and  appears  a  God  ; 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, — 

No  more  to  bleed — no  more  to  die  ! 

4  Hence,  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart; 

And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 


L.  M. 

Christy  our  Righteousness. 


1  JESUS  !  tliy  robe  of  righteousness 
My  beauty  is, — my  glorious  dress  : 

Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  this  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When,  from  the  dust  of  death,  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies. 
E’en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, — 

•*  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me.” 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue ; — 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 


4  Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice ; 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice ;  - 
Their  beauty  this — ^their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 


L.  M. 

Tire  example  of  Christ. ' 


1  MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord ! 

I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word, 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 

Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father’s  will, — 
Such  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 


3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight-air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew. 

Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict’ry  too. 


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4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ; — make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Among  the  foU’wers  of  the  Lamb. 


6s  and  4s. 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 


1  GLORY’  to  God  on  high  ! 

Let  heaven  and  earth  reply — 
“  Praise  ye  his  name  !” 

His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
And  sing  for  ever  more — 
“Worthy  the  Lamb 


2  Ye  who  surround  the  throne  ! 
Cheerfully  join  in  one. 

Praising  his  name : 

Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God  ! 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, — 
“Worthy  the  Lamb  !” 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race  ! 

Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless ; 

Praise  ye  his  name : 

In  him  we  will  rejoice. 

And  make  a  joyful  noise. 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice — 
“Worthy  the  Lamb!’’ 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 

To  him  our  songs  we  ’ll  bring. 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 

And  through  all  ages  sing — 

“  Worthy  the  Lamb  !” 


c.  M. 

Praise  from  Saints  and  Angels. 


1  COME,  let  US  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
With  angels  round  the  ^rone ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

“Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,”  they  cry, 
“To  be  exalted  thus  !” 


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HYMNS. 


“Worthy  the  Lamb,”  our  lips  reply, 

“  For  he  was  slain  for  us  !” 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 

And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord  !  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas. 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high. 

And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

L.  M. 

•  Blessing  and  Honor  to  the  Lamb. 

1  WHAT  equal  hpnors  shall  we  bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  our  God,  the  Lamb ! 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ] 

2  Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  slain, — 

The  Prince  of  peace,  who  groaned  and  died,- 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign. 

At  his  almighty  Father’s  side. 

3  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid. 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 

While  glory  shines  around  his  head. 

And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

4  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men ! 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name. 

And  every  creature  say, — Amen. 

c.  M. 

Loxe  to  Christ  desired. 

1  THOU  lovely  source  of  true  delight. 

Whom  I  unseen  adore ! 

Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight. 

That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o’er  creation  shines ; — 

But  in  thy  sacred  word. 


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I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 

My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  ’T  is  here,  whene’er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  rise. 

Thy  love,  with  cheering  beams  of  hope. 

My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  But  ah !  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 

Is  clouded  o’er  with  pain  ; 

My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between. 

And  I  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light ! 

Oh  !  come  with  blissful  ray  ; 

Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  : 

But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

L.  M. 

Christy  our  High  Priest  and  King, 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord, who  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love. 

Be  humble  honors  paid  below. 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  ’T  was  he  that  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  richest  blood  ; 

’T  is  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  priest. 

To  Jesus,  our  superior  king. 

Be  everlasting  power  confessed. 

And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold  !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes. 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move : 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once. 
Then  he  displays  his  pard’ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day : 

Come,  Lord !  nor  let  thy  promise  fail. 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

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-|  -I  ^  8s  and  7s.  Peculiar. 

JL  X  v)  •  Chrisi^  the  Lamb^  enthroned  and  teorshiped. 

1  HARK  ! — ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above, 

Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; — 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 

See  !  he  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 

Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus  !  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 

Lord  of  life  !  thy  smile  enlightens. 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine. 

Lord  !  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory  !  reign  for  ever — 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 

Nothing,  from  thy  love,  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own ; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace. 

Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

4  Saviour  I  hasten  thine  appearing ; 

Bring — Oh  !  bring  the  glorious  day. 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing. 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; — 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we  ’ll  sing, — 

“  Glory,  glory  to  our  King.” 

m8s  and  7s. 

•  Praise  to  God,  the  Saviour. 

1  MIGHTY  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee, 
May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ] 

Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels ! 

Thou  art  every  creature’s  theme : 

Lord  of  every  land  and  nation  ! 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 

Sounded  through  the  wide  creation. 

Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, — 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph’s  thought ; — 
For  the  wonders  of  creation. 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought 
For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire’s  wide  domain. 


CHRIST. 


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Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow 
Blessed  be  ihy  gentle  reign. 

3  For  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  though  veiled  in  darkness  long  ,- 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression. 
Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song  T 
Brightness  of  the  Father’s  glory  1  « 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  liel 
Break,  my  tongue!  such  guilty  silence. 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die  : — 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory. 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo,  , 

Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  !— 

Flow,  my  praise  i  for  ever  flow  : 
Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne ; 
Thence  return  and  reign  for  ever 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own! 

S.  M. 

Moses  and  ChrisL 

1  THE  law  by  Moses  came  ; 

But  peace  and  truth  and  love 

W^ere  brought  by  Christ,  a  nobler  name, 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God, 

Their  different  works  were  done ; 

Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood. 

But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  strict  obedience  paid ; 

O’er  all  his  Father’s  house  he  stands. 
The  sovereign  and  the  head. 

4  The  man,  who  durst  despise 
The  law  that  Moses  brought— 

Behold  I  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  presumptuous  fault 

5  But  sorer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebellious  race. 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls, 

And  dare  resist  his  grace. 


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HYMNS. 


C.  M. 

Various  Success  of  the  Gospel. 


1  CHRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme  ; 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews’  esteem, 

And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls,  enlightened  from  above. 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 

They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love* 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 


3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 


4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down. 
Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain. 
In  vain  Ap'ollos  sows  the  ground. 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 


The  Light  of  the  Worldi 

1  LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 
Come,  and,by  thy  love  revealing. 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 

The  new  heaven  and  earth’s  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, — 
Scapering  all  the  night  of  nature. 
Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing; 

Life  and  jay  thy  beams  impart. 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor  benighted  heart : 

Come,  and  manifest  thy  favor 
To  the  ransomed,  helpless  race  ; 
Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour? 
Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace. 

3  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  ! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation. 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins  ; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit. 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 


T 


CHRIST. 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit, 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

H.  M. 

Christf  our  King. 

1  REJOICE  !  the  Lord  is  King  I — 

Your  God  and  King  adore ; 

Mortals  !  give  thanks,  and  sing. 

And  triumph  evermore  : 

Lift  up  the  heart, — lift  up  the  voice, — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  !  rejoice. 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o’er  earth  and  heaven  ; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 

Lift  up  the  heart, — lift  up  the  voice, — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  !  rejoice. 

3  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, — 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy. 

And  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 

Lift  up  the  heart, — lift  up  the  voice, — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  !  rejoice. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ; 

Jesus,  the  judge,  shall  come. 

And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 

We  soon  shall  hear  th’  archangel’s  voice , 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound, — Rejoice. 

L.  M. 

•  God.,  the  Son,  equal  with  the  Father. 

1  BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God ! 

Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat; 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought. 

And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity ; 

But  who,  among  the  sons  of  light. 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee  1 

3  Yet  one  there  is,  of  human  frame, — 

Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, — 


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322 


HYMNS. 


1 


Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams, 

Their  essence  is  for  ever  one : 

Though  they  are  known  by  different  names. 
The  Father-God,  and  God, the  Son. 


5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  king. 
With  equal  honors  be  adored ; 

His  praise  let  every  angel  sing. 

And  all  the  nations  own  him — Lord. 

12s. 

The  Voice  of  free  Grace. 


i 

\ 


1  THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries — “  Escape  to  the  ‘ 

mountain !”  k 

'1 

For  Adam’s  lost  race,  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin  and  unclean  ness,  and  every  transgression,  ■ 
His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation.  ' 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  !  he  hath  purchased  our 
pardon,  1 

We  ’ll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 


2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded !  Oh !  flee  to  the 
Saviour ;  ; 

He  calls  you  in  mercy, — ’t  is  infinite  favor 
Your  sins  are  increasing, — escape  to  the  mountain, —  - 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the  fountain,  i 


3  O  Jesus  !  ride  onward,  triumphantly  glorious,  ;; 
O’er  sin,  death  and  hell,  thou  art  more  than  victorious;  : 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congregation,  I? 
While  angels  and  saints  raise  the  shout  of  salvation.  ^ 

I 

4  Withjoyshall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore;  i 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  ’ll  praise  him  the  more ;  I 
We’ll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the  river,  J 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever ! 


c.  M. 

Christ  precious. 


1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer’s  ear  ! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 


CHRIST. 


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2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

’T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 

And,  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Jesus  !— my  shepherd,  husband,  friend. 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king. 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, — 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my_hear\. 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But,  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

I  ’ll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  mv  soul  in  death. 

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L.  M. 

Life  in  Christ. 

1  WHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  risa, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus  !  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, — 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul’s  desires. 

2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives. 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure ; 

His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives ; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 

3  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell. 

For  ever  firm  the  promise  stands  ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  e’er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

4  Here,  O  my  soul !  thy  trust  repose  ;  . 

If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine. 

Not  death  itself — that  last  of  foes — 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

L.  M. 

•  Communion  with  Christ. 

1  OH  !  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell. 
Delighted  at  the  Saviour’s  feet. 
Behold  the  form  I  love  so  well. 

And  all  his  tender  words  repeat : — 


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2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss 
Oh  !  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole. 

One  moment,  to  compare  with  this  1 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, — 

A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 

When  most  my  follies  J  despise, 

And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above . 

4  When  all  I  am,  I  clearlv  see. 

And  freely  own,  with  deepest  shame ; 
When  the  Redeemer’s  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 

5  Thus  would  I  live,  till  nature  fail. 

And  all  mv  former  sins  forsake  ; 

Then  rise  to  God,  within  the  veil. 

And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 


L.  M. 


Christ,  the  supreme  God  and  King. 


1  AROUND  the  Saviour’s  lofty  throne, 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sing ; 
They  worship  him  as  God  alone. 

And  crown  him — everlasting  King. 

2  Approach,  ye  saints  !  this  God  is  yours ; 

’T  is  Jesus,  fills  the  throne  above  : 

Ye  cannot  want,  while  God  endures ; 

Ye  cannot  fail,  while  God  is  love. 


3  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 

To  thee  the  praise  of  heaven  belongs  ; 
Yet,  smile  on  us  who  fain  would  bring 
The  tribute  of  our  humble  songs. 

4  Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here. 

We  hope  ere-long  thy  face  to  view ; 
And,  when  our  souls  in  heaven  appear. 
We  ’ll  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 


Jesus,  the  Refuge. 


1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul ! 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 

While  the  billows  near  me  roll. 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 


CHRIST. 


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Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

Oh  !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 

Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 

Cover  my  defenceless  head, 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found,— 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound. 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ; 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art. 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ;  , 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity.  • 

9Q 

m  Christ,  the  only  Refuge. 

1  THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My>refuge,  my  almighty  friend  ! 

And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart. 

On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  1 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  1 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  1 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives ; 

Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth’s  alluring  joys  combine  ; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
’  One  smile — one  blissful  smile  of  thine, — 
My  dearest  Lord  !  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, — 

Here  safety  dwells  and  peace  divine ; 

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HYMP;S. 


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2 


3 


4 


5 


6 


Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye 
For  life — eternal  life — is  thine. 


c.  M. 


Jestcs,  seen  of  Angels. 


BEYOND  the  glittering,  starry  skies 
Far  as  th’  eternal  hills. 

There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light. 

Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 

Legions  of  angels  round  his  throne. 

In  countless  armies  shine  ; 

And  swell  his  praise  with  golden  harps. 
Attuned  to  songs  divine. 

“Hail,  glorious  Prince  of  peace !”  they  cry 
“  Whose  unexampled  love 

Moved  thee  to  quit  these  glorious  realms, 

And  royalties  above.” 

Through  all  his  travels  here  below. 

They  did  his  steps  attend  ; 

Oft  wondering  how,  or  where,  at  last. 

The  mystic  scene  would  end. 

They  saw  his  heart  transfixed  with  wounds, 
And  viewed  the  crimson  gore ; 

They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e’er  broke  before. 

They  brought  his  chariot  from  above. 

To  bear  him  to  his  throne  ; 

Clapped  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried,— 
“The  glorious  work  is  done  !” 


7s  and  6s. 

Praise  to  the  Saviour. 


1  TO  thee,  mv  God  and  Saviour  ! 

My  heart  exulting  sings. 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor. 
Almighty  King  of  kings  ! 

I  ’ll  celebrate  thy  glory. 

With  all  thy  saints  above. 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn,  with  roses. 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east. 


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And  when  the  sun  reposes 
Upon  the  ocean’s  breast; 

My  voice, m  supplication. 

Well-pleased  the  Lord  shall  hear  : 

Oh  !  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  thee,  through  life  supported, 

I  ’ll  pass  the  dangerous  road, 

With  heavenly  hosts  escorted, 

Up  to  thy  bright  abode  ; 

Then  cast  my  crown  before  thee, 

And,  all  my  conflicts  o’er. 
Unceasingly  adore  thee  : — 

What  could  an  angel  more? 

L.  M. 

Glory  and  Grace  in  Christ. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  I 
Awake,  my  soul !  awake,  my  tongue ! 
Hosanna  to  th’  eternal  name,  ' 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus’  face, — 

The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ! 

God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  Grace  !— -’t  is  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus’  name : 

Ye  angels  !  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 

Ye  heavens  !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

4  Oh  !  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ; 

Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 

And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 


L.  M. 

The  Presence  of  the  Saviour. 


1  LORD  !  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 
Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame ! 

Lord  I  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 


2  When  I  can  say, — my  God  is  mine, — 
,  ^  When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine. 


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,  I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 

And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptured  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 

4  Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night. 

To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light; 

Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
O’er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

5  Send  comforts  down  from  th}^  right  hand, 
While  we  pass  through  this  barren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see 

A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee. 

C.  M. 

Christy  our  Example. 

1  BEHOLD  !  where,  in  a  mortal  form. 

Appears  each  grace  divine  : 

The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 

'With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light. 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 

To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor. 

Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Mid  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

He,  meek  and  patient,  stood ; 

His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life. 

Who  labored  for  their  good. 

4  When,  in  the  hour  of  deep,  distress. 

Before  his  Father’s  throne. 

With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, — 
“  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !” 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern,  and  our  guide. 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 

Oh  !  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, — 

His  joy  and  glory  share. 

C.  M. 

•  The  Glory  of  Christ  in  Heaven. 

1  OH  !  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 

The  glories  of  the  place, 


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Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  overflowing  grace  ! 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow ; 

And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 

At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise, 

Through  every  heavenly  street ; 

And  lay  their  heavenly  honors  down, 
Submissive,  at  his  feet. 

4  This  is  the  man,  th’  exalted  man, 

Whom  we,  unseen,  adore ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 

5  Lord !  how  our  souls  are  all  on  fire, 

To  see  thy  blest  abode ; 

Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praise 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


H.  M. 

Prophet^  Priest,  and  King. 


1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

That  ever  mortals  knew. 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 

All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth. 

Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God  ! 

'  Our  tongues  would  bless  thy  name ; 

By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came  : — 

The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven. 

Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 


3  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  shed  his  blood  and  died ; 

My  guilty  conscience  needs 
No  sacrifice  beside : 

His  precious  blood  did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

k  0  thou  almighty  Lord, 

Our  conqueror  and  our  King  ! 


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Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing  ; 

Thine  is  the  power  ;  Oh  !  make  us  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  thy  feet. 

1  L  M. 

X  O  #  •  Loving- Kindness. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul  !  in  joyful  lays. 

And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer’s  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; — 

His  loving-kindness, — Oh  !  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall. 

Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 

He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; — 

His  loving-kindness, — Oh  !  how  great ! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 

Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — Oh  !  how  good  ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale — 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  shall  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

5  Then  let  me  mount,  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 

And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise. 

His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

1  OQ  S.  M. 

J-  Christy  OUT  Sacrifice. 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts. 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace. 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away; — 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name. 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 

While,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 


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4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 

When  hanging  on  th’  accursed  tree,— 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 

We  bless  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice. 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


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The  Songs  of  Heaven. 

1  YE  angels!  who  stand  round  the  throne. 

And  view  my  Immanuel’s  face, — 

In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known. 

Tune— tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise: 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are. 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 

When  others  sunk  down  in  despair. 
Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints  !  who  stand  nearer  than  they. 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, — 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display. 

And  all  his  rich  mercies  repeat : 

He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 
He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair : 

For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, — 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  Oh !  when  will  the  moment  appear. 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  1 
I ’m  weary  of  lingering  here. 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong : 

I ’m  fettered,  and  chained  here  in  clay,— 

1  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free ; 

I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see. 

4  I  long  to  put  on  my  attire, — 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 
T  long  to  be  one  of  your  choir. 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name ; 

I  long — Oh  !  I  long  to  be  there,  ^ 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, — 

^  Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, — 
>To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you. 


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ILM. 

^  •  77ie  Name  of  Christ  a  sweet  Savor. 

1  PRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  ! 
While  Jesus’  fragrant  name 
Is  breathed  on  every  side  ; 

Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise, 

And  hll  the  earth,  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel — and  live  ; 

Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 

They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing^ 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King. 

3  But  they,  who  scorn  the  grace 

That  brings  salvation  nigh. 

And  turn  away  their  face. 

Must  faint,  and  fall,  and  die : 

So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints  !  deplore. 

For  Oh  !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 


L.  M. 

Christ  present  with  his  People. 


1  HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour  !  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat. 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee 
Ah  !  Lord  !  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; — 

Let  this  the  “gate  of  heaven”  be. 


3  “  Thief  of  ten  thousand  !”  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face  : 
Oh  !  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
■  And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 


c.  M. 

Excellency  of  Christ. 


1  INFINITE  loveliness  is  thine. 

Thou  glorious  Prince  of  grace  ! 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine, 

,  With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth’s  remotest  end. 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 


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To  thee  their  prayers  and  songs  ascend, 

In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store  ; 

From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 

And  heaven  can  give  no  more. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy, — 

They  find  their  life  in  thee  ; 

Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ. 
Through  all  eternity. 

L.  M. 

•  Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  JESUS  I  and  shall  it  ever  be — 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  I 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thi  ough  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 

He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 

O’er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus — that  dear  friend 

On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  1 
No  ! — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, — 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  1 — yes,  I  may, 

When  1  ’ve  no  guilt  to  wash  away, — 

No  tear  to  wipe, — no  good  to  crave, — 

No  fears  to  quell, — no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 

Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 

And  Oh  !  may  this  my  glory  be — 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

C.  M. 

Christ’s  Mediation. 

1  RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune  ; 

Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing — ^how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  beloved  chose, 


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And  bade  him  raise  our  ruined  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  ’T  was  mercy  filled  the  throne. 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by. 

When  Christ  was  sent,  with  pardons,  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners  !  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrows  cease  ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love. 

And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord  !  we  obey  thy  (jail ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 

And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 


c.  M. 


Chief  among  ten  thDusand. 


1  MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour’s  brow  ; 

His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o’erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 

Fairer  is  he,  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief; 

For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross. 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath. 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 

He  makes  me  triumph  over  death. 

And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 

Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 

And  makes  my  joys  complete. 


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6  Since  from  thy  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord !  they  should  all  be  thine. 


C.  M. 

Z»ore  of  Christ  celebrated. 


1  TO  our  Redeemer’s  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 

Oh  !  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  1 

What  mortal  tongue  display  1 
Imagination’s  utmost  stretch. 

In  wonder,  dies  away. 


3  Dear  Lord  !  while  we  adoring  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  thee. 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, — 
“The  Saviour  died  for  me  !” 


4  Oh !  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue. 

Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 


Gs  and  4s. 

Christy  our  Confidence. 


1  MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee. 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  ! — 
Saviour  divine  ! 

Now  hear  me,  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away. 

Oh  !  let  me,  from  this  day. 
Be  wholly  thine. 


2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 

As  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

Oh  !  may  my  love  to  thee. 

Pure,  v/arm,  and  changeless  be, — 
A  living  fire. 

• 

3  While  life’s  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 


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Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 

Wipe  sorrow’s  tears  away. 

Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life’s  transient  dream. 
When  death’s  cold  sullen  stream 
Shall  o’er  me  roll, 

Blest  Saviour  !  then,  in  love. 

Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 

Oh  !  hear  me  safe  above, ^ 

A  ransomed  soul. 


L.  M. 


Christ's  Sufferings  and  Glory. 


1  NOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 

To  great  Jehovah’s  equal  Son  ! 

Awake,  my  voice  !  in  heavenly  lays, 

Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing — how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light. 

And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above,— 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight. 

On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

Th’  almighty  captive  pris’ner  lay ; 

Th’  almighty  captive  left  the  earth. 

And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

4  Among  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 

Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns ; 

His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 

And  echoes  through  the  heavenly  plains. 


7s. 

The  Rock  of  Ages. 


1  ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 

From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed. 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure  ; 

Save  me,  Lord !  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow. 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know. 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 

Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 


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In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring ; 

Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 

When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 

When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 

And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

c.  M.  ^  ' 

OVy  •  Christ i  the  Way^  the  Truths  and  the  Life. 

1  THOU  art  the  Way  ; — to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 

And  he,  who  would  the  Father  seek, 

Must  seek  him,  Lord  !  in  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  ; — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can 'impart ; 

Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 

And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life ; — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Not  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life ; — 

Grant  us  to  know  that  Way, 

That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win. 

Which  lead  to  endless  day. 

L.  M. 

Christ,  the  Physician  of  the  Soul. 

1  DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made ; 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure] 

In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature’s  aid  ; 

The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 

2  But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found  ] 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound. 

Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ] 

3  There  is  a  great  physician  near; 

Look  up,  my  fainting  soul !  and  live  ; 

See, — in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  help  as  nature  cannot  give. 

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4  See,-— ill  the  Saviour’s  dying  blood, 

Lite,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flows 
’T  is  only  that  dear  sacred  flood, 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wo. 

'  7s. 

Christy  our  Example  in  Suffering 

1  GO  to  dark  Gethseniane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter’s  power  I 
Your  Redeemer’s  conflict  see. 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away. 

Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  ; 

Oh  !  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Oh  !  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained : 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  nor  loss ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 


3 


Calv’ry’s  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There — adoring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  miracle  of  Time — 

God’s  own  sacrifice  complete  : 

“It  is  finished” — hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb. 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom, 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  1 — 

Christ  is  risen — he  meets  our  eyes  ; 
Saviour  !  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


L.  M. 

Gettisemane. 


1  ’T  IS  midnight — and,  on  Olive’s  brow, 

The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone; 
’T  is  midnight — in  the  garden  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  ’T  is  midnight — and,  from  all  removed, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears; 
E’en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master’s  grief  and  tears 


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3  »T  is  midnight— and  for  others’  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
Yet  he,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  ’T  is  midnight— and,  from  ether-plains. 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour’s  wo. 


8s  and  fs. 

The  Garden  of  Agony. 


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1  BEHOLD,' where  Cedron’s  waters  flow,— 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go. 

To  sad  Gethsemane  ! 

His  countenance  is  all  divine. 

Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men, 

He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again. 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 

He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 

“My  Father!  can  this  cup  remove!” 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still. 

He  yielded  to  his  Father’s  will. 

In  sad  Gethsemane  ; — 

“Behold  me  here,  thine  only  Son, 

And,  Father !  let  thy  will  be  done.” 

4  The  Father  heard, — and  angels  there 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer. 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 

He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain. 

Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep. 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We  ’ll  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there. 
Then  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer. 


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Christy  drying  on  the  Cross. 


1  BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree ! 

How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me. 


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2  Plark  !  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth’s  strong  pillars  bend  ! 

The  temple’s  veil  asunder  breaks, 

The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  ’T  is  done  !  the  precious  ransom ’s  paid, 

Receive  my  soul !”  he  cries  : 

See — how  he  bows  his  sacred  head'! 

He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he  ’ll  break  death’s  iron-chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine ; 

O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain — 

Was  ever  love  like  thine  1 


L.  M. 

Christ  on  the  Cross. 


1  ’T  IS  finished  ! — so  the  Saviour  cried, 

And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died ; 

’T  is  finished  ! — yes,  the  race  is  run. 

The  battle  fought,  the  vict’ry  won. 

2  ’T  is  finished  ! — this  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ; 

Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 

By  this  his  last  expiring  breath. 

3  ’T  is  finished  ! — Heaven  is  reconciled. 

And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  ’T  is  finished  ! — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 

’T  is  finished  ! — let  the  echo  fly,  [sky. 

Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth  and 


L.  M. 

Christ  dying.,  rising,  and  reigning. 


1  HE  dies  ! — the  friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !  Salem’s  daughters  weep  around  ’ 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies — 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here ’s  love  and  grief  beyond  degree. 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 

But, — lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 


CHRIST. 


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3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

Up  to  his  Father’s  court  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him— welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints  !  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns; 

Sing, _ how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell. 

And  led  the  tyrant,  death,  in  chain*:^ 

5  Say, — “Live  for  ever,  glorious  King  ! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !’^ 
Then  ask, — “O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ^ 
And  where  thy  vict’ry,  boasting  gravel'* 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

The  expiring  Saviour 


158 


1  HARK  I  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 

See  ! — it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  earth— and  veils  the  sky ; 

“  It  is  finished  1” — 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  “It  is  finished !”— Oh  !  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  \yords  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ,  the  Lord : 

“It  is  finished  I” — 

Saints  !  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ! 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme : 

All  in  earth  and  heaven,  uniting. 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel’s  name : 
Hallelujah  ! — 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


L.  M. 


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Salvation  by  the  Cross. 


1  HERE  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God  ! 

I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, 

Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 

Jesus  1— nor  shall  it  e’er  remove. 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 

Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie; 

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Resolved, — for  that ’s  my  last  defence, — 

If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord !  and  calm  my  fear; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade! 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 

Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I ’m  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim ; 
Hosanna  to  my  Saviour-God, 

And  my  best  honors  to  his  name  ! 

ChrisVs  Passion. 

1  THE  morning  dawns  upon  the  place. 

Where  Jesus  spent  the  night  in  prayer ; 
Through  yielding  glooms  behold  his  face  ! 
Nor  form,  nor  comeliness  is  there. 

2  Brought  forth  to  judgment,  now  he  stands 

Arraigned,  condemned,  at  Pilate’s  bar ; 
Here,  spurned  by  fierce  pra3torian  bands. 
There,  mocked  by  Herod’s  men  of  war. 

3  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn. 

Mock-homage  of  the  lip,  the  knee — 

The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn, — 

The  scourge,  the  nail,  th’  accursed  tree. 

4  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found, 

He  neither  threatens  nor  complains  ; 

Meek,  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound, — 
Dumb,  mid  his  murderers  he  remains. 

5  But  hark  !  he  prays ; — ’t  is  for  his  foes ; 

He  speaks ; — ’t  is  comfort  to  his  friends  ; 
Answers, — and  paradise  bestows  : 

Pie  bows  his  head ; — the  conflict  ends. 

0  Truly  this  was  the  Son  of  God — 

Though  in  a  servant’s  mean  disguise ; 

'  And,  bruised  beneath  the  Father’s  rod. 

Not  for  himself, — for  man  he  dies. 

1  Vy  P  •  A  dying  Saviour. 

1  STRETCHED  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  : 


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gee— from  his  hands,  ^his  feet,  his  side, 

Fast  flows  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 

And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  : 

The  vital  stream, — how  free  it  flows, 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel-foes  ! 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 

T^here  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow» 

And  yet  my.  heart  unmoved  remain, 

Insensible  to  love  or  pain  1 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord  !  thy  grace  impart 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ; 

Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move. 

In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

L.  ivt. 

IjOVG  inscribed  on  the  Cross. 

1  WE  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died — 

Of  him  who  died  upon  the  cross  ; 

The  sinner’s  hope  let  men  deride, 

For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  shining  letters, — “God  is  Love: 

He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 

He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross ! — it  takes  our  guilt  away. 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 

It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 

And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  coward-spirit  brave. 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 

It  takes  its  terrors  from  the  grave, 

And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  wo, 

'f  he  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love ; 

’T  is  all  that  sinners  want  below, 

’T  is  all  that  angels  know  above. 


I..  M.  Double, 

Contrition  at  the  Cross. 

1  FAST  flow,  my  tears  !  the  cause  is  great ; 
This  tribute,  claims  an  injured  friend 


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^  pursued  with  hate, 

While  he  would  love  me  to  the  end : 

When  justice  frowned  above  my  head*, 

And  death  its  terrors  round  me  spread*, 

He  interposed,  the  wounds  he  bore. 

And  bade  me  live  to  die  no  more. 

2  Fast  flow,  my  tears  !  yet  faster  flow  ! 

Streams  copious  as  yon  purple  tide: 

Who  was  it  gave  the  deadly  blow  ? 

Who  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side 
My  soul !  thy  victim  here  behold, 

What  pangs,  what  agonies  untold, 

While  justice,  armed  with  power  divine. 
Pours  on  his  head  what ’s  due  to  thine  I 

3  Fast  and  yet  faster  flow,  my  tears  ! 

N ow  break  this  heart,  and  drown  these  eyes 
FIis  visage  marred  toward  heaven  he  rears,  ' 
And,  pleading  for  his  murderers,  dies! 

My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 

Till  he  appears  the  sinner’s  Friend, 

And  gives  me,  in  some  happy  hour. 

To  feel  the  risen  Saviour’s  power. 

f*A  L.  M. 

-  Christ  crucified,  the  Wisdom  and  Power  of  Gcd. 

1  NATURE  with  open  volume  stands. 

To  spread  her  Maker’s  praise  abroad  * 

And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But,  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man, 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  • 

Here,  on  the  cross,  ’t  is  fairest  drawn. 

In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Oh  !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross. 

Where  Christ,  the  Saviour,  loved  and  died; 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws, 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

4  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb,’ 

And  worship  at  his  Father’s  throne.  • 


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CHRIST. 

L.  M. 

CrucijixioTi  to  the 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cros^ 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

.  Mv  richest  gain  1  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it.  Lord !  that  I  should  ^oasU  ^ 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God , 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,— from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down : 
Did  e’er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  . 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love,  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


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1  U  D  .  The  Hidings  of  the  Father’s  Face. 

1  FROM  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard— 

A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  . 

Jily  Saviour  I  every  mournful  word 
Bespeaks  thy  soul’s  deep  agony. 

2  A  horror  of  great  darkness  ^^1^ 

On  thee,  thou  spotless,  One . 

And  all  the  swarming  hosts  ei  hell 
Conspired  to  tempt  God’s  only  bon. 

3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace,— 

These  thou  could’st  bear,  nor  once  repine; 
But  when  Jehovah  veiled  his  face. 

Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 


4  Let  the’ dumb  world  its  silence  break . 
Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky ! 
Awake,  my. sluggish  soul!  awake. 

He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 

D  Lord !  on  thy  cross  I  fix  mine  eye  : 

If  e’er  I  lose  its  strong  control, 

.  Oh  I  let  that  dying,  piercing  cry. 

Melt  and  reclaim  my  wandering  soul 


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Redemption  completed. 


S.  M. 


1  “THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed  — 

T  hen  is  his  work  perfornned  ; 

The  mighty  captive  now  is  freed. 

And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 

2  “The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !” _ 

He  lives  to  die  no  more  ; 

He  lives,  the  sinner’s  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

3  “  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !” _ 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey : 

With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

4  “The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !” — 

Attending  angels  !  hear  ; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed. 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

5  Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 

Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs ! 

To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


8s.  7s.  and  4. 
Christ  triumphant. 


1  COME,  ye  saints!  look  here  and  wonder; 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay ; 

He  has  burst  the  bands  asunder — 

He  has  borne  our  sins  away  : 

Joyful  tidings ! — 

Yes,  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

2  Jesus  triumphs  ! — sing  ye  praises; _ 

•  ’r  was  by  death  he  overcame  : 

Thus  the  Lord  his  glory  raises  ; — 

Ihus  he  tills  his  foes  with  shame : 

Sing  ye  praises — 

Praises  to  the  victor’s  name. 

3  Jesus  triumphs  ! — countless  legions 

Come  from  heaven,  to  meet  their  King , 
Soon,  in  yonder  happy  regions. 

They  shall  join  his  praise  to  sing: 

Songs  eternal 

Shall  through  heaven’s  high  arches  ring 


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169.  Christ's  Ascension. 

1  HAIL  the  day  which  sees  him  rise 
Glorious  to  his  native  skies  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 


2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  !  ^ 

Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 


3  See,— high  heaven  its  Lord  receives  ;• 
Yet  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves : 
Though  returning  to  his  throne. 

Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 

4  Still  for  us  he  intercedes  ; 

His  prevailing  death  he  pleads; 

Near  himself  prepares  our  place,— 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race. 


5  What  though  parted  from  our  sight 
Far  above  yon  starry  height  I 
May  our  warm  alfections  rise. 
Following  him  beyond  the  skies. 


L.  M.  6  Lines. 
Our  risen  Lord. 


1  HOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 

That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb. 

Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 
And  veiled  in  midnight-gloom  ! 

Oh  !  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen— he  lives  again. 

2  Ye  mourning  saints  !  dry  every  tear 

For  vour  departed  Lord  ; 

“Behold  the  place — he  is  not  there,’ 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred  : 

The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain  ; 
The  Lord  is  rivsen — he  lives  again. 

0  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 
Your  early  footsteps  bend. 

The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  advoc<xte  and  friend  : 

Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain,;, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 


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4  Ho tranquil  now  the  rising  day  ! 

’Tis  Jesus  still  appears, 

A  risen  Lord,  to  chase  away 
Your  unbelieving  fears  : 

Oh  !  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain 
The  J^ord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 

5  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall. 

When  life’s  last  hour  draws  nigh, 

If  Jesus  shine  upon  the  soul, 

How  blissful  then  to  die: 

Since  he  has  risen  who  once  was  slain. 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

7s. 

Resurrection  and  Ascensicm  of  Christ. 

1  ANGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away ; 

Death  !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ; 

See  !  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Hark  !  the  wondering  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise ; 

Let  the  earth’s  remotest  bound 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints  !  lift  up  your  eyes. 

See  him  high  in  glory  rise ! 

Hosts  of  angels,  on  the  road. 

Hail  him — ^the  incarnate  God. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide. 

See  the  Conqueror  through  them  ride  ! 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne, — 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Praise  him.  ye  celestial  choirs  ! 

Tune,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
Raise,  O  earth  !  your  noblest  songs. 

From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

L.  M. 

The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  “  COME,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  !  ’ 
For  he  hath  left  his  gloomy  bed  ; — 
What  angel  rolled  the  stone  away  1 
What  spirit  brought  him  from  the  dead 


CHRIST. 


2  By  his  omnipotence  he  rose,.  ^ 
By  his  own  Spirit  lived  again  ; 
To  crush  for  ever  all  his  foes, — 
To  raise  for  ever  ruined  men. 


3  They,  who  his  image  here  partake. 

Though  long  in  dust  their  flesh  consume, 

Shall  sleep  in  Jesus,  and  awake 
To  life  eternal,  from  the  tomb. 


7s. 

The  Resurrection. 

1  MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 

Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ;  ^ 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies,— 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  1 

2  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid. 

Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  I 

3  Christian  !  dry  your  flowing  tears, 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears  ; 

Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 

Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 


H.  M. 

Jesus  rising  and  reigning. 

1  YES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead ; 

And  o’er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head; 

In  wild  dismay. 

The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground. 

And  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands. 

In  full  assembly  meet. 

To  wait  his  high  commands. 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 

Joyful  they  come. 

And  wing  their  way, 

From  realms  of  day. 

To  Jesus’  tomb. 

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3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear  : 

Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air ! 

Their  anthems  say, — 

“Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead ; — 

He  rose  to-day.” 

4  Ye  mortals  !  catch  the  sound, — 

Redeemed  by  him  from  hell ; 

And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported,  cry, — 

“Jesus,  who  bled. 

Hath  left  the  dead, 

No  more  to  die.” 

5  All  hail !  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Who  sav’st  us  with  thy  blood: 
Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 

With  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign, 

And  empires  gain. 

Beyond  the  skies. 

8s  and  7s. 

•  ^  •  Love  divine. 

1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, — 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  croVn  ; 

Jesus  !  thou  art  all  compassion. 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 

Visit  us  with  thy  salvation. 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe, — Oh  !  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest : 

Take  away  the  love  of  sinning. 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 

End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, — 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 


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3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be ; 

Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee  ; 

Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 

Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

176.  The  Cross  celebrated. 

1  YE  saints  I  your  music  bring, 

And  swell  the  rapturous  sound ; 

Strike  every  trembling  string. 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound : 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  "^mg,— 

Awake,  ye  saints  I  each  joyful  string. 

2  The  cross— the  cross  alone— 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell : 

Like  lightning  from  his  throne. 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell : 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 

Awake,  ye  saints  I  each  joyful  string. 

3  The  hand  of  wrath  is  stayed. 

In  its  pursuit/of  blood ; 

The  cross  our  debt  has  paid. 

And  made  our  peace  with  God: 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints  I  each  joyful  string. 

4  The  cross  hath  power  to  save. 

From  all  the  foes  that  rise : 

The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 
A  passage  to  the  skies : 

Angels  and  saints  its  power  shall  sing, 

Till  heaven’s  eternal  arches  ring. 

mL.  M. 

«  The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  WHEN  I  the  holy  grave  survey. 

Where  once  my  Saviour  deigned  to  lie, 

I  see  fulfilled  what  prophets  say. 

And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim. 

How  weak  the  bands  of  conquered  death 


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Sweet  pledge  that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise,  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  numbered  with  the  dead, 

Unseals  his  eyes,  to  sleep  no  more : 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead. 

For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

4  Thj  risen  Lord,  my  soul !  behold  ; 

See  the  rich  diadem  he  wears ! 

Thou  too  shalt  bear  a  harp  of  gold, — 

A  crown  of  joy,  when  he  appears. 

5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head. 

Yet,  gracious  God  !  thou  wilt  liol  leave 
My  flesh  for  ever  with  the  dead. 

Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

rvo  Ss,  7s  and  4. 

“  •  •  Coronation  oj  the  K.ing  oj' kings. 

1  LOOK,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious  * 

See  the  man  of  sorrows  now, 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious ; — 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow: 

Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 

Crowns  become  the  victor’s  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  !  crown  him  • 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  : 

In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 

While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings  : 

Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 

Crown  the  Saviour,  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, — 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour’s  claim: 
Saints  and  angels  !  crowd  around  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name: 

Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 

Spread  abroad  the  victor’s  fame. 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  those  loud  triumphant  chords  ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; — 

Oh  !  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  him — crown  him, — 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords ! 


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S.  M. 

Song  of  Moses  cind  the  Lamb. 

1  awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 

Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue  1 
To  praise  the  Saviour’s  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power; 
ging — how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Ye  pilgrims  !  on  the  road 

To  Zion’s  city,  sing  ! 

Rejoice  ye  in  the  Lamb  of  God, — 
in  Christ,  th’  eternal  king. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say,— 

“Ye  blessed  children  !  come;” 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

5  There  shall  each  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


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C.  M. 

^  _  Reigning  with  Christ. 

THE  head,  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns. 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now  ; 

A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  victor’s  brow. 


2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 
Is  his,  by  sovereign  right ; 

The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright:— 


3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above. 

The  joy  of  all  below. 

To  whom  he  manifests  his  love. 

And  grants  his  nanfie  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given  ; 

Their  name, — an  everlasting  name  ; 
Their  ioy,— the  joy  of  heaven. 

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HYMNS. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 
They  reign  with  him  above; 

Their  profit  and  their  joy — to  know 
The  mystery  of  his  love. 

6  The  cross  he  bore  is  life  and  health,— 
Though  shame  and  death  to  him  ; 

His  people’s  hope,  his  people’s  wealth. 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

s.  M. 

Christ  unseen^  yet  beloved. 

1  NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 

^  Have  we  beheld  the  Lord ; 

\et  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 

And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer’s  face  ;  ^ 

Yet,  Lord  !  our  inmost  thoughts  delit^ht 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love. 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like' those  above. 

And  heaven  begins  below. 

c.  M. 

Access  to  God  by  Christ. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above. 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there. 

Upon  a  throne  of  love.  * 

2  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus’  blood, 

That  calmed  his  frowning  face, 

That  sprinkled  o’er  the  burning  throne. 
And  turned  the  wrath  to  grace. 

3  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet. 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat. 

Nor  double-darning  sword. 

4  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son ; 

High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise. 
And  reach  th’  almighty  throne. 


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5  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ! 

And  glory  to  th’  eternal  King 
Who  lays  his  fury  by. 

qQ  L.  M. 

0  o  •  The  good  Shepherd. 

1  THOU  !  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 

"J'ell  me,  dear  Shepherd  1  let  me  know 
Where  do  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  3 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock. 

That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock! 

Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep,— 

Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  3 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, —  . 

Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see ; 

Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be ; 

A  wondrous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears* 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food. 

And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood : 

Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 

Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home. 

184.  'Worthy  the  Lamb. 

1  WORTHY  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, — 

In  earth  and  heaven,  the  Lord  of  all ! 

Let  all  the  powers  of  earth  obey, 
x\nd  low  before  his  footstool  fall. 

2  Higher— still  higher,  swell  the  strain ; 

Creation’s  voice  the  note  prolong  I 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  shall  ever  reign 
Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  song. 


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6s  and  4$. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  COME,  all  yc  saints  of  God  ! 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad, 
Spread  Jesus’  name ; 


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HYMNS. 


Tell  what  his  love  has  done, 
Yrust  in  his  grace  alone ; 

ohout  to  his  lofty  throne, _ 

“  Worthy  the  Lamb  !” 


2 


3 


Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears ! 
Dry  up  your'mournful  tears  ;  x 
Swell  the  glad  theme  ; 

Praise  ye  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string, 

Join  heart  and  voice  to  sinf»-, _ 

“  Worthy  the  Lamb  !’  ^ 


the  choirs  above. 
Filled  with  the  Saviour’s  love. 
Dwell  on  his  name ! 

found, 

Wuh  light  and  glory  crowned, 
hile  all  the  heav’ens  resound,—— 
“Worthy  the  Lamb!” 


c.  M. 

Coronation  of  Christ. 


1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus’  name 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 

I'oyal  diadem, 

And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 


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^  him,— ye  morning-stars  of  ligi 

Who  formed  this  floating  ball  ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel’s  mio-] 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all.  " 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Adam’s  race, _ 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall ! 

Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  iiis  grace 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 


4  Sinners  !  whose  love  can  ne’er  forget 

I  he  wormwood  and  the  gall,— 
Come,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 

And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 


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C.  M. 

Our  High-Priest  in  Heaven. 

[  NOW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Our  great  high-priest  above  ; 

And  celebrate  his  constant  care, 

His  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around. 

And  high  o’er  all  the  shining  train, 

Witlf  matchless  honors  crowned  ; — 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears 

Deep  2;raven  on  his  heart ; 

Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say, 

That  he  hath  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, — 

Our  everlasting  trust, — 

When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns, 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour!  on  my  breast, 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 

A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, — 

To  endless  ages  borne. 


L.  M.  6  Lines. 

Our  compassionate  High- Priest. 


1  WHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few. 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain. 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ^ 

He  sees  my  w^ants,  allays  my  fears. 

And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  virtue’s  narrow  way, — 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue. 

Or  do  the  sin  1  would  not  do,— 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation’s  power. 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorr’wing  o’er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend  ; 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me,  for  a  little  while,— 


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HYMNS. 


My  Saviour  sees  the  tears  I  shed, 

For  Jesus  wept  o’er  Laz’rus  dead. 

^  ^  have  safely  past 

Though  every  conflict,  but  the  last, 
btill,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed, — for  thou  hast  died  : 

1  hen  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day. 
And  wipe  my  latest  tear  away. 


L.  M.  6  Lines. 

JTope  of  Heaven  through  Christ 


1  AND  art  thou,  gracious  Master !  gone 

A  mansion  to  prepare  for  me  1 
Shall  I  behold,  thee  on  thy  throne, 

And  there  for  ever  dwell  with  thee  ? 

approve  or  blame, 

I  11  triumph  in  thy  glorious  name. 

2  What  transport,  Lord  »  shall  till  my  heart, 

worthless  name  shaltown 
When  I  shall  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  know,  as  1  myself  am  known  ! 

From  sin,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  flee. 

My  soul  shall  And  its  rest  in  thee. 


7s. 

Chrtst,  our  Hope. 

1  CHRIST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground,— 

Christ,  the  spring  of  alf  my  joy  I 
Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found. 

Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  Let  thy  love  my  heart  inflame  ; 

Keep  thy  fear  before  my  sight;  ' 

Be  thy  praise  my  highest  aim  ; 

Be  thy  smile  my  chief  delight. 

3  Fountain  of  overflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  : 

Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 

Be  It  “  Christ  for  me  to  live 

4  Firmly  trusting  in  thv  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound  • 
Safely  I  shall  pa.ss  the  flood. 

Safely  reach  ImmanuePs  ground. 


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5  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 
Death’s  dark  stream  shall  never  more 
Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul. 

6  Thus,— Oh  !  thus  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 
Ilaving  known  it,  “Christ  to  live,” 

Let  me  know  it,  “gain  to  die.” 


8s  and  7s. 

Jesua^  exalted  to  the  Throne. 


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1  JESUS!  hail!  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide  ; 

All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee. 
Seated  at  thy  Father’s  side. 

2  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  : 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 

4  Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour’s  merits, — 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel’s  praise. 


L.  M. 

Christy  the  Lord  of  Angels. 


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1  GREAT  God !  to  what  a  glorious  height 

Hast  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son  \ 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light. 

Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  their  armies  wait. 

And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move. 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 

In  works  of  vengeance,  or  of  love. 

3  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet. 

Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 

TH-  Mugh  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet. 

In  travelling  o’er  the  heavenly  road.  - 


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4  Lord !  when  we  leave  this  mortal  ground 
And  thou  shalt  bid  us  rise  and  come, — 
Send  thy  beloved  angels  down 
Safe  to  conduct  our  spirits  home. 


L.  M. 


Tlie  Way  to  Heaven. 


1  JESUS,  my  alb  to  heaven  is  gone, — 

He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 

His  track  J  see,  and  I  ’ll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  1  view. 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 

And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not , 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, — 
“Come  hither,  soul !  I  am  the  way.” 

3  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb  I 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 

My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give — 

Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

4  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round. 

What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 

I  ’ll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 

And  say, — “Behold  the  way  to  God  I” 


s.  M. 

Christ's  Intercession. 


1  YES,  the  Redeemer ’s  gone, 

T’  appear  before  our  God  ; 

To  sprinkle  o’er  the  flaming  throne, 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, — 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down ; 

If  justice  calls  for  sinners’  blood. 
The  Saviour  shows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father’s  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker’s  honors  sing  ; 

Jesus,  the  priest,  receives  our  songs. 
And  bears  them  to  the.  King. 


CHRIST. 


5  We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  sound  his  glories  high  : 

Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 

W'ho  lays  his  thunder  by. 

6  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above  : 

But,  Lord !  how  weak  our  mortal  strains, 
'To  speak  immortal  love  ! 


Q/S  L  M. 

UtJ*  The  Dominion  of  Christ. 

1  HAIL  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 

Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell ! 
The  boundless  world  unseen  is  his. 

And  sovereign  power  becomes  him  well. 

2  In  shame  and  anguish  once  he  died ; — 

But  now  he  lives  for  evermore : 

Bow  down,  ye  saints !  around  his  seat. 

And,  all  ye  angel-bands  !  adore. 

3  Live — live  for  ever,  glorious  Lord  ! 

To  quell  thy  foes — and  guard  thy  friends ; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice. 

That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4  Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys. 

Guided  by  wisdom,  and  by  love ; 

Worthy  to  rule  o’er  mortal  life. 

O’er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 


5  For  ever  reign,  victorious  King  ! 

Wide  through  the  earth  thy  name  be  known ) 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 


H.  M. 

Our  High-Priest  in  Heaven 


1  TH’  atoning  work  is  done, — 

The  victim’s  blood  is  shed ; 

And  Jesus  now  is  gone 
His  people’s  cause  to  plead  : 

He  stands  in  heaven,  their  great  high-priest, 
And  bears  their  names  upon  his  breast. 

2  No  temple  made  with  hands 

His  place  of  service  is : 

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HYMNS. 


In  heaven  itself  he  stands, — 

A  heavenly  priesthood  his : 

In  him  the  shadows  Of  the  law 
Are  all  fulfilled,  and  now  withdraw. 

3  And  though  awhile  he  be 
Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 

His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  high-priest  again  : 

In  brightest  glory  he  will  come. 

And  take  his  waiting  people  home. 


c.  M. 


1  COME,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest  ; 

He  entered  heaven,  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  Below  he  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  his  atoning  blood ; 

Now  he  appears  before  the  throne, 

And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame. 

And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Whom  he  himself  o’ercame. 

4  Nor  time,  nor  distance,  e’er  shall  quench 

The  fervors  of  his  love ; 

For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here. 

And  intercedes  above.' 

5  Oh  !  may  we  ne’er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  bear  his  name  ; 

Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith— 
Our  lips  his  praise  proclaim. 


HOLY  SPIRIT 


C.  M. 

0»  Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, — 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 


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Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look — how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go. 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs. 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  ratel 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  1 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour’s  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


s.  M 

Convicting  and  sanctifying  Influence. 


1  COME,  Holy  Spirit !  come. 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 


2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, — 

Then  lead  to  Jesus’  blood  ; 

And,  to  our  wondering  view,  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 


3  ’T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 
To  sanctify  the  soul. 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 


4  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 

Our'  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breast  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


78. 

Influences  of  the  Spirit. 


1  GRACIOUS  Spirit !  Love  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine : 


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x\ll  my  guilty  fears  remove, 

Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love.. 

2  Speak  thy  pard’ning  grace  to  me, 

Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 

Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart. 

Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 

Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, — 

Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray. 

Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 

Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine. 

Keep  me.  Lord  !  for  ever  thine. 

L.  M. 

•  The  Spirit  grieved. 

1  THE  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove. 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife; 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  1 

2  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts. 

Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run : 

So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 

For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ,  his  Son. 

H.  M. 

Pleading  the  Promise  of  the  Spirit. 

1  O  THOU  that  hearest  prayer  ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 

We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 

Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry  ; 

If  they,  with  love  sincere. 

Their  varied  wants  supply  ; 

Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 

And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  Heavenly  Father,  thou 

We,  children  of  thy  grace : 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  e 

Oh  !  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend,  and  fill  the  place : 

So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 

And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

4  Oh  !  send  thy  Spirit  down 
On  all  the  nations,  Lord  ! 

With' great  success  to  crown 
The  preaching  of  thy  word, 

Till  heathen  lands  shall  own  thy  sway. 

And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 

s.  M. 

'Hie.  indwelling  Influences  of  the  Spirit. 

1  ’T  IS  God,  the  Spirit,  leads 
In  paths  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours. 

The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace. 

We  still  pursue  our  way ; 

And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize. 

Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  ’T  is  he  that  works  to  will, 

’T  is  he  that  works  to  do ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, — 

His  be  the  glory  too. 

L.  M. 

Teachings  of  the  Spirit. 

1  COME,  blessed  Spirit !  source  of  light, 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night,— 

The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  word  reveals. 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 

Thy  book  unfold  and  loose  the  seals. 

3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
'  The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love. 

The  vanity  of  things  below. 

And  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray. 
Spread,  like  the  su.i,  thy  beams  abroad, 

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To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 

-  And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

8s  and  7s. 

%  Prayer  for  comforting  Influences. 

1  HOLY  GHOST  !  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature’s  night ; 
Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness  ! 
Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light. 

2  Author  of  our  new  creation  ! 

Bid  us  all  thine  influence  prove ; 

Make  our  souls  thy  habitation  ; 

Shed  abroad  the  Saviour’s  love. 

Prayer  for  spiritual  Enjoyment. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind. 

And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire] 

Oh  !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 

Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart. 

And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see ; 

Oh  !  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 

L.  M. 

The  Sight  of  God  arid  Christ  in  Heaven. 

1  DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  I 
Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 

And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  ; — 

2  Beyond — beyond  this  lower  sky. 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll. 

Where  solid  pleasures  never  die. 

And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  Oh  !  for  a  sight,  a  blissful  sight 
Of  our  almighty  Father’s  throne ! 

There  sits  the  Saviour,  crowned  with  light. 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  Oh  !  what  amazing  joys  they  feel,  ^ 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill,  ^  > 

And  spread  the  triumph  of  their  King  i 

208.  PtdytT  foT  Light  and  Sanctification. 

1  HOLY  GHOST!  with  light  divine, 

Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Chase  the  shades  of  night  away. 

Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine. 

Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 

Long  hath  sin,  without  control. 

Held  dominion  o’er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  with  Joy  divine. 

Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 

Bid  my  many  woes  depart. 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit !  all-divine. 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine ; 

Cast  down  every  idol-throne. 

Reign  supreme,— and  reign  alone. 

209.  Various  Infiuences  desired. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit !— God  of  truth  ! 

Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 

Kindle  a  flame  of  heavenly  love. 

And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  ’T  is  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 

With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed  ; 

’T  is  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live. 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate’er  that  sin  may  he ; 

That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart, 

May  worship  only  thee. 


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4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear, 

That  we  are  sons  of  God  ; 

Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Christ’s  atoning  blood. 

210  ® '' 

^  •  Prayer  for  the  Spirit. 

1  BLEST  Comforter  divine  ! 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine. 
To  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice. 

From  every  sinful  way  ; 

And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice. 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath. 

Make  eveiy  cloud  of  care. 

And  e’en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh  !  fill  thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race : 

Great  Comforter  !  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

■L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Light  and  Guidance. 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  I 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 

Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide ; 
O’er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  displays 
And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart. 

That  we  from  God  may  ne’er  depart.  • 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God: 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way. 

Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 

4  liCad  us  to  God,  our  final  rest. 

To  be  with  him  for  ever  blessed ; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share, 

And  drink  our  iill  of  pleasure  there. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 


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212.  77tc  Sealing  of  the  Spirit. 

1  WHY  should  the  children  of  a  king 

Go  mourning  all  their  days] — 

Great  Comforter  !  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

.  And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  T 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 

And  show  my  sins  forgiven] 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer’s  blood ; 

And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love. 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove ! 

Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

L.  M. 

Prayer  against  griexnng  the  Spirit. 

1  STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit !  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 

Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though,!  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  who  e’er  thy  grace  received ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen. 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved * 

3  Yet,  Oh  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare. 

In  honor  of  my  great  High-Priest; 

Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people’s  rest. 

4  My  weary  soul,  O  God !  release, 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand; 

Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

L.  M. 

The  Comforter. 

1  SURE,  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  ; 

’T  is  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 


HYMNS. 

Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 

And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

Whene’er,  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, — 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine. 

That  animates  these  strong  desires'? 

And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, — 

I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace. 

Lord  !  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

That  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  1 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ! 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart — 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

c.  M. 

•  The  Necessity  of  renewing  Grace. 

1  HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 

The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine. 

The  stubborn  will  subdue? 

’T  is  thine,  eternal  Spirit !  thine. 

To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  ’T  is  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall. 

From  reason’s  darkened  eyes ; — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away. 

And  bid  the  sinner  live ; 

A  beam  of  heaven — a  vital  ray, 

’T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  Oh  !  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine ; 

Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers. 
Almighty  Lord  !  be  thine. 

OlfJ  CM. 

^  X  v7  •  77ie  Spirit  desired. 

1  GREAT  Father  of  each  perfect  gift  ! 
Behold  thy  servants  wait ; 


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3 


4 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 


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With  longing  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

2  Oh  !  shed  abroad  that  choicest  gift, — 
Thy  Spirit  from  above. 

To  cheer  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 


3  Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy  ! 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven  : 

And  bear,  with  energy  divine. 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

4  Diffuse,  O  God  !  thy  copious  showers. 

That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield. 

And  change  the  barren  wilderness. 

To  CarmePs  flowery  Held. 


c.  M. 


The  Outpouring  of  the  Sjni'it. 


1  LET  songs  of  praises ‘fill  the  sky  ! 

Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 

Sends  down  his  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
According  to  his  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath. 

New  life  creates  within  : 

He  quickens  sinners,  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  to  our  heart  reveals : 

Our  bodies  he  his  temple  m,akes. 

And  our  redemption  seals. 

• 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 

Come,  and,  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love. 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire. 


L.  M. 


The  Operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 


1  ETERNAL  vSpirit !  we  confess. 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down. 
From  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray. 

Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 


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Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 

And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 

Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue. 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 

Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

91  Q  ^ 

^  J-  ty  #  Prayer  for  the  promised  Spirit. 

1  ENTHRONED  on  high,  almighty  Lord  I 

The  Holy  Ghost  send  down : 

Fulfill  in  us  thy  faithful  word. 

And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 

2  Though,  on  our  heads,  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart. 

Grant,  Saviour  !  what  we  more  desire, 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love  ! 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give ; 

Quicken  our  souls — born  from  above — 

In  Christ,  that  we  may  live. 

4  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  his  grace. 

And  bring  us,  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, — 

Life’s  ever-springing  well, — 

Till  God  in -us,  and  we  in  God, 

In  love  eternal  dwell. 

990 

Regeneration  by  the  Spirit. 

1  NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth. 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given ; 

Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth. 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 


Born  in  the-  image  of  his  Son, 

A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh  ; 
Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind. 

And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake,  and  rise, 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  : 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes. 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 


TRINITY 


6s  and  4s. 
Invocation. 


1  COME,  thou  almighty  King  ! 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing. 

Help  us  to  praise  : 

Father !  all-glorious, 

'  O’er  all  victorious. 

Come,  and  reign  over  us. 
Ancient  of  days ! 

2  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word ! 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword; 

Our  prayer  attend : 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness ! 

On  us  descend. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter ! 

Thy  sacred  witness  bear. 

In  this  glad  hour : 

Thou,  who  almighty  art. 
Now  rule  in  every  heart. 

And  ne’er  from  us  depart. 
Spirit  of  power ! 

4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be. 

Hence  evermore ! 


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HYMNS. 


His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 

And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore. 

999  CM 

Praise  to  the  Godhead. 

1  LET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 

Who  never  knew  thy  grace ; 

But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God  !  to  thee. 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne ; 

Ail  glory  to  th’  united  Three, — 

The  undivided  One. 

3  ’T  was  he — and  we  ’ll  adore  his  name — 

That  formed  us  by  a  word ; 

’T  is  he  restores  our  ruined  frame  ; — 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hosanna  !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound ; 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales  reflect  the  voice. 
In  one  eternal  round. 

990  c.  M. 

^  •  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  FATHER  of  glory  !  to  thy  name 

Immortal  praise  we  give, 

^  Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 

And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease  ; — 

Our  lives  he  ransomed  with  his  own. 
And  died  to  make  our  peace. 

3  To  thine  almighty  Spirit  be 

Immortal  glory  given ; 

Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 

4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice. 

Adore  th’  eternal  God, 

And  spread  his  honors  and  their  joys, 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 


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5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty  join 
One  general  song  to  raise  ; 

Let  saints,  in  earth  and  heaven,  combine, 

In  harmony  and  praise. 


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j.,.  Prayer  to  the  Trinity. 

father  of  heaven  I  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 

To  us  thy  pard’ning  love 'extend. 


2  Almighty  Son— incarnate  Word— 

Our  prophet,  priest,  redeemer,  Lord  I 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 

To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 

To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah  ’.—Father,  Spirit,  Son  I— 
Mysterious  Godhead — Three  in  One ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 


6s  and  4s. 

Prayer  to  the  Triune  JehDvah. 


1  THOU!  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight,— 

Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray. 

And  where  the  gospel’s  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray,— 

“  Let  there  be  light !” 

2  Thou  !  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  thy  redeeming  wing. 

Healing  and  sight, — 

Health  to  the  sick  in  mind. 

Sight  to  the  inly  blind,— 

Oh  !  now  to  all  mankind 
“Let  there  be  light 


3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love. 
Life-giving  holy  Dove ! 
Speed  forth  thy  flight: 


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HYMNS. 


Move  on  the  waters’  face. 

Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 

And  in  earth’s  darkest  place 
“Let  there  be  light !” 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy. 

Most  glorious  'i  rinity, — 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 

Boundless  as  ocean’s  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride. 

O’er  the  earth,  far  and  wide — 

“Let  there  be  light !” 

L.  M. 

•  Praise  to  the  Father ^  Son  and  Spirit. 

1  BLEST  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 

To  which  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joy  above. 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God  ! 

From  whose  clear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood — 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  We  give  thee,  sacred  Spirit !  praise. 

Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe, 
Mak’st  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 

And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God,  the  Father,-7-God,  the  Son, — 

And  God,  the  Spirit,  we  adore ; — 

That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom,  or  a  shore. 

997  7s. 

i  •  Christians  praising  the  Trinity. 

1  GREAT  the  joy  when  Christians  meet; 
Christian  fellowship,  how  sweet, — 
When,  their  theme  of  praise  the  same. 
They  exalt  Jehovah’s  name  ! 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love ; 

Such  as  did  the  Father  move : — 

He  beheld  the  world  undone  ; 

Loved  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son’s  unbounded  love  ; — 

How  he  left  the  realms  above ; 


TRINITY. 


Took  our  nature  and  our  place, — 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit’s  love  ; — 

With  our  stubborn  hearts  he  strove  ; 
Chased  the  mists  of  sin  away, — 
Turned  our  night  to  glorious  day. 

5  Great  the  joy,  the  union  sweet. 

When  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  theme  is  still  the  same ; 
Where  they  praise  Jehovah’s  name.^  , 

i28.  Communion  with  the  Triune  God, 

1  IN  thy  presence  we  appear  ; 

Lord  !  we  love  to'  worship  here. 

When,  within  the  veil,  we  meet 
Thee  upon  thy  mercy-seat.  V  ^  . 

2  While  thy  glorious'  name  is  sung,  *- 
Touch  our  lips,  and  loose  our  tongue; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

3  While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 

Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend  ; 

Hear  us,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads ; 

Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 

And  we  tremble  at  thy  law,  / 

Let  thy  gospel’s  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

5  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  through  thy  name, 
In  their  voices,  let  us  own 

Jesus,  speaking  from  the  throne. 

6  From  thy  house  when  we  return. 

Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn  ; 

That,  at  evening,  we  may  say, — 

“  We  have  walfed  with  God  to-day.’' 

8s  and  7s. 

Praise  to  Father,,  Son  and  Spirit. 

1  TO  the  source  of  every  blessing. 
Grateful  anthems  let  us  raise  ; 


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Holy  joy,  our  souls  possessing, 

Swells  the  tribute  of  our  praise. 

2  Glory  to  th’  almighty  Father, 

Fountain  of  eternal  love, 

Who,  his  wandering  sheep  to  gather, 
Sent  a  Saviour  from  above. 

3  To  the  Son  all  praise  be  given. 

Who,  with  love  unknown  before, 

Left  the  bright  abode  of  heaven. 

And  our  sins  and  sorrows  bore. 

4  Equal  strains  of  warm  devotion 

Let  the  Spirit’s  praise  employ ; 

Author  of  each  pure  emotion, — 

Source  of  wisdom,  peace,  and  joy. 

5  Thus — our  joyful  hearts  ascending, — 

Glorify  Jehovah’s  name ; 

Heavenly  songs  with  ours  are  blending, 
There,  the  theme  is  still  the  same. 

s.  M. 


The  Father^  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


1  WHILE  all  the  angel-throng 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high, 

Let  earth  repeat  the  joyful  song. 
And  echo  to  the  sky. 

2  Father !  in  whom  we  live. 

In  whom  we  are  and  move, — 

The  glory,  power  and  praise  receive 
Of  thine  eternal  love. 

3  Incarnate  Deity  ! 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  thee. 
For  thy  redeeming  grace. 

4  Spirit  of  holiness  ! 

Let  all  thy  saints  adore 
Thy  sacred  energy,  and  bless 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

5  Eternal,  glorious  Lord  ! 

Let  all  the  saints  above. 

Let  all  the  sons  of  men,  record, 

And  celebrate  thy  love. 


TRINITY. 


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8s  and  6s  Peculiar. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Triune  God. 


1  SING — Hallelujah  !  praise-the  Lord! 

Sing  with  a  cheerful  voice  ; 

Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 

And  in  his  name  rejoice  : 

Ne’er  cease  to  sing,  thou  ransomed  host ! 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Till  in  the  realms  of  endless  light, 

Your  praises  shall  unite. 

2  There  we  to  all  eternity. 

Shall  join  th’  angelic  lays,  . 

And  sing,  in  perfect  harmony. 

To  God  our  Saviour’s  praise ; 

He  hath  redeemed  us  by  his  blood. 

And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God : 
For  us — for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain, — 
Praise  ye  the  Lord ! — Amen. 


ALARMING. 


7s  and  6s.  Peculiar. 
The  Alarm. 


1  SINNER!  stop— Oh!  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go  : 

Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wol 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop  ; — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take; 
Stay  your  footsteps,  ere  you  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say — have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose! 

Fear  you  not  that  iron-rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes! 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day. 
Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame ! 


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HYMNS. 


3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  : 

Then  you  ’ll  hear  your  awful  doom, 

And  sink  in  deep  despair ! 

All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd ; 

You  will  mark  their  crimson  die. 

Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  then — no  refuge  nigh ! 

poo  L.  M. 

^  ^  •  The  Sinner  exhorted. 

1  SINNER!  Oh  !  why  so  thoughtless  grown? 

Why  in  such  fearful  haste  to  die  ? 

Why  speed  thy  flight  to  worlds  unknown, — 
Regardless  of  thy  destiny  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  defy  the  wrath  of  God, 

Led  on  by  sin’s  delusive  dreams? 

Madly  despise  the  Saviour’s  blood, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Sinner  !  Oh  !  lift  thy  thoughts  above. 

And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  love — 

For  ever  telling,  yet  untold  1 

tJ  ^  •  Xhe  Sinner  warned. 

1  HASTE,  O  sinner  I  to  be  wise,  ' 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun  ; 

Wisdom  warns  thee,  from  the  skies, 

All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun  ; 

Thy  probation  may  be  o’er. 

Ere  this  evening’s  work  is  done 

3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  now  return ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun ; 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn. 

Ere  salvation’s  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest , 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun ; 

Heath  may  thy  poor  soul  arrest. 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


alarming, 


381 


35. 


lls. 

I  ^  ^  ,  Danger  of  Delay. 

delay  not,  delay  not ;  O  sinner  I  draw  near. 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee  ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here. 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse  ^ 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thv  yoa 
A  fountain  is  opened,— how  canst  thou  refup^ 
To  wash,  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pard  ning 


,  blood  ] 
i  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner !  to  come. 

For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-day  ; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb,— ^ 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  awav. 

Delay  not,  delay  not;  the  Spirit  of  grace. 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  Us  sad 

flight ; 

And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 

To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity’s  night. 


L.  M. 

One  Thing  needful. 

1  WHY  will  ye  waste,  on  trifling  cares. 
That  life  which  God’s  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought. 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot"? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above "? 

Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love"? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain, 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  1 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  will  heav<m  and  hell  appear. 
When  death’s  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  impart ; 

Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart : 

Nor  let  us  waste,  on  trifling  cares. 

That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

C.  M. 

Exhortation  to  Repentance. 

^  1  P.EPENT  !  the  voice  celestial  cries  ; 

?  No  longer  dare  delay  : 


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HYMNS. 


The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O’erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 

His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  O  sinners !  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess; 

Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 

Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Soon,  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound. 

And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 

His  mercy  knows  th’  appointed  bound, 
And  yields  to  justice  there. 

5  Amazing  love — that  yet  will  call. 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  I 
Our  hearts  subdued  by  goodness  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love*,  and  praise. 

oqo  7s. 

/W  ^  •  The  Sinner  meeting  God. 

1  SINNER!  art  thou  still  secure! 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray ! 

Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure. 

In  the  Lord’s  avenging  day  1 

2  See, — his  mighty  arm  is  bared ; 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 

For  his  judgments  stand  prepared 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes. 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee ; 

Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax: 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  1 

4  Who  his  coming  may  abide! 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame  ! — 

Can  you  find  a  place  to  hide. 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  1 

^  Q  Cl 

O  ^  •  77ie  Voice  of  Mercy. 

1  HEAR,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you ; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 


ALARMING. 


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Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  : 

Hear,  O  sinner  ! 

’T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O’er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread ! 

Hark  !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o’er  your  head ! 

Turn,  O  sinner  !  ' 

Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner !  to  the  Saviour ; 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may ; 

Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; — 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away.; 

Haste,  O  sinner ! 

You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

c.  P.  M. 

Present  and  future  Realities. 

1  LO  I  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land. 
Between  two  boundless  seas  1  stand, — 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 

A  point  of  time — a  moment’s  space — 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place. 

Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  O  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert. 

And,  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart. 

Eternal  things  impress ; 

Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late  ; — 
Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

*3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 

The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 
When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; — 

And  tell  me.  Lord !  shall  1  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  1 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear. 

To  make  my  calling  surel 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill. 

To  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 


HYMNS. 


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5  Then,  Saviour !  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  the  earth,  to  live  ' 
And  reign  with  thee  above : 

Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 

And  hope,  in  full  supreme  delight. 

And  everlasting  love. 

Ml  L.  M. 

the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope. 

1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 

The  time  t’  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given. 

To  ’scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven ; 
The  day  of  grace, — and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 

But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 

Their  mem’ry  and  their  sense  are  gone^ 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do. 
My  hands  !  with  all  your  might  pursue : 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found. 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past, 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair. 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 


c.  M. 


Expostulation  with  Sinners. 


1  YE  !  who  despise  the  Saviour’s  grace. 

And  scorn  his  gospel,  here, — 

How  can  you  meet  his  angry  face. 

Or  at  his  bar  appear? 

2  When  every  earthly  hope  shall  fail, — 

When  storms  of  wrath  are  nigh, 
How  will  your  souls  affrighted  quail. 
Beneath  his  burning  eye  ! 

3  Why  will  you  madly  rush  on  death, 

And  force  your  way  to  wo  ? 


ALARMING. 


3S5 


Why  tempt,  the  God,  that  holds  your  breath, 
To  strike  the  fatal  blow. 


4  Turn,  guilty  sinners !  quickly  turn  ; 

Oh  i  come  to  Jesus  now ; — 

Ere  the  fierce  flames  around  you  burn, 
To  your  Redeemer  bow. 

L.  M. 

Advice  to  Youth. 


1  NOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood. 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 

Behold  !  the  months  come  hastening  on. 
When  you  shall  say — My  joys  are  gone.” 

2  Behold  !  the  aged  sinner  goes. 

Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead. 

With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 


3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again ; 

The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 

Ascends  to  God — not  there  to  dwell, — 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 

Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 

And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 


s.  M. 

Grieving  the  Spirit. 


1  AND  canst  thou,  sinner  !  slight 
The  call  of  love  divine  1 
Shall  God,  with  tenderness  invite. 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  I 


2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast. 

Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed! 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour’s  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But,  graft  so  dearly  bought 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 

•  33 


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HYMNS. 


Thy  fearful  doom,  with  vengeance  fraught. 
Will  till  thee  with  surprise. 


c.  M. 


Frailty  and  Sin. 


1  HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 

How  vast  our  soul’s  affairs  ! 

Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment’s  stay  ; 

Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 

We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on, 

And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb. 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

Who  slight  the  joys  above ! 

What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 
Who  break  such  cords  of  love ! 

5  Draw  us,  O  God !  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race. 

And  see  salvation  nigh. 

^  vy  •  Brevity  of  Life. 

1  LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be. 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear ; 

But  we  ’ll  confess,  O  Lord !  to  thee. 

What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand. 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  ; 

A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o’er  the  land, 

And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs. 

And  dies,  if  one  be  gone ; 

Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  stringjk 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But ’t  is  our  God  supports  our  frarrft, — 

The  God  who  built  us  first ; 


ALARMING. 


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Salvation  to  th’  almighty  Name 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 

L.  M. 

The  Road  to  Life  and  to  Death. 

1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path. 

With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  “Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross,” — 

Is  the  Redeemer’s  great  command  : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross. 

If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint. 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord  !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new. 

Which  hypocrites  could  ne’er  attain 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

s.  M. 

•  Uncertainty  of  Life. 

1  TO-MORROW,  Lord  !  is  thine, — 
Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand ; 

And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine. 

It  shines  by  thy  command. 

Z  The  present  moment  flies. 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 

Oh  !  make  thy  servants  truly  wise. 

That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since,  on  this  fleetfng  hour. 

Eternity  is  hung. 

Awaken,  by  thy  mighty  power. 

The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  ; — 

Be  that  one  thing  pursued  ; 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly. 

Swift  as  the  morning-light, 


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HYMNS. 


Lest  life’s  young  golden  beams  should  die, 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 


CONVICTION. 


s.  M. 

TVie  Sinner  arrested. 


1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins  ; 

My  guilty  soul,  alas  !  is  “dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins.” 

2  Ah  !  whither  shall  I  flyl — 

Where  seek  for  mercy’s  door  1 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh. 

And  justice  armed  with  power. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  th’  impending  doom  ; 

While  yet  some  friendfy  whisper  says, — 
“Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come  !” 

4  Oh  !  that  I  now  might  see 

Some  glimmering  from  afar, — 

Some  beam  of  hope  to  dawn  on  me. 

And  save  me  from  despair. 


7s  and  6s. 

The  Sinner  disquieted. 


1  WHY  sinks  my  soul  desponding! 

Why  fill  my  eyes  with  tears'? 
While  nature  all-surrounding 
The  smile  of  beauty  wears : 

Why,  burdened  now  with  sorrow. 

Is  every  lab’ring  thought! 

Each  vision  that  I  borrow. 

With  gloom  and  sadness  fraught! 

2  The  pleasures  that  deceived  me 

My  soul  no  more  can  charm ; 

Of  rest  they  oft  bereaved  me, 

And  filled  me  with  alarm  ; 

The  objects,  I  have  cherished. 

Are  empty  as  the  wind ; 

My  earthly  joys  have  perished ; — 
What  comfort  shall  I  find ! 


CONVICTION. 


389 


3  If  inward,  still  inquiring, 

I  turn  my  searching  eye, 

Or  upward,  now  aspiring, 

I  raise  my  feeble  cry. 

No  heavenly  light  is  beaming 
To  cheer  my  troubled  breast, 

No  ray  of  comfort  gleaming 
To  give  my  spirit  rest. 

4  My  soul  !  from  this  dread  anguish, 

Is  there  no  refuge  nigh  ] 

’T  is  guilt  that  makes  thee  languish. 

And  leaves  thee  thus  to  die  : 

Renounce  thy  sin  and  folly 
Before  the  throne  of  grace  ; 

And  make  the  Lord,  most  holy. 

Thy  strength  and  righteousness. 

c.  M. 

Conviction  by  the  Law. 

1  LORD  !  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread ! 

I  was  alive  without  the  law. 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But  since  the  precept  came. 

With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 

I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before. 

Till  terribly  I  saw — 

How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure. 

Is  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load. 

My  sins  revived  again  : — 

I  have  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 

And  all  my  hopes  are  slain. 

5  My  God !  I  cry  with  every  breath 

For  some  kind  power  to  save, — 

To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

L.  M. 

The  Strivings  of  tJie  Spirit. 

1  SAY,  sinner  !  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thv  secret  soul, 

‘33* 


390 


HYMNS. 


Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 

And  yield  thy  heart  to  God’s  control  1 

2  Sinner !  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, — 

It  was  the  Spirit’s  gracious  call ; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 

And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
Regard,  in  time,  the  warning  kind ; 

That  call  thou  may’st  not  always  slight. 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God’s  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  ; 

Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 

May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

5  Sinner  !  perhaps,  this  very  day. 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be : 

Oh  !  should’st  thou  grieve  him  now  away 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

^9  Man  condemned  before  God. 

1  AH !  how  shall  fallen  man 

Be  just  before  his  God  1 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 

We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark. 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes. 

Could  we,  for  one  of  thousand  faults, 

A  just  excuse  devise  1 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  1 
Or  who,  that  tries  th’  unequal  strife. 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ] 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath. 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ; 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place. 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah  !  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God  1 
jVone — none  can  meet  him,  and  escape. 
But  through  the  Saviour’s  blood. 


CONVICTION. 


254 


S.  M. 

The  evil  Heart. 


1  ASTONISHED  and  distressed, 

I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; — 

My  heart  wdth  loads  of  guilt  oppressed 
The  seat  of  every  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 

Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear ! 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints  1 

These  hateful  sins  subdue  ; 

Dispel  the  darkness  from  my  mind, 
And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done,— my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 

My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude,— 
My  lips  pronounce  thy  praise. 


INVITING. 


c.  M. 


255 


The  Saviour’s  Invitaiion. 


1  THE  Saviour  calls— let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 

Ye  doubting  souls  1  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart. 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow. 

And  life-  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners !  come  ;  ’t  is  mercy’s  voice 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 

Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, — 

And  can  you  yet  delay  I 

4  Dear  Saviour!  draw  reluctant  hearts; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly. 

And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts. 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


392 


L.  M. 

Rest  for  the  weary  Penitent, 

1  COME,  weary  souls !  with  sin  distressed. 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest; 

The  Saviour^s  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace, — 

How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

3  Lord  !  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart. 

The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 

We  come,  with  trembling;  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

4  Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith, — our  fears  remove  ; 

Oh!  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast, 

And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

9 C.  M. 

•  •  The  Gospel- Trumpet. 

1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend. 

And  every  heart  rejoice; 

The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds. 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind,  _ 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toils 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind  ! — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-T'eviving  feast. 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  r  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ! 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy,  here. 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows. 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine.. 


INVITING. 


393 


6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel-grace 
Stand  open  niglit  and  day  ; — 

Lord  !  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 

And  drive  our  wants  away. 

L.  M. 

Christ's  Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  “  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls ! 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners  !  come  ; 

I  ’ll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 

And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  ‘‘They  shall  find  rest,  who  learn  of  me,— 

rm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  j 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea. 

And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  “  Blessed  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  lake 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light.” 

4  Jesus !  we  come  at  thy  command ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal. 
Resign  our  spirits,  to  thy  hand. 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

^59.  Living  Waters. 

1  HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts  !  draw  nigh 

’T  is  God  invites  the  fallen  race ; 

Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy. 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel-grace. 

2  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give, — 

Leave  all  ye  have  and  are  behind ; 
Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive, — 

Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

3  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come ;  ^ 

Sinners!  obey  your  Maker’s  voice; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers !  home. 

And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 


c.  M. 

The  Resolve. 


» 


1  COME,  trembling  sinner!  in  whose  bre,ist, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 


394 


HYMNS. 


Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : — 

2  “I  ’ll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 

I  ’ll  seek  his  courts,  and  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  ‘-Prostrate  I  ’ll  fall  before  his  throne. 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ;  i 

I  ’ll  tell  him,  I ’m  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace.  * 

4  “  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 

But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

And  perish  only  there. 

5  “I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try'; 

For  if  1  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die.” 


8s  and  7s.  Peculiar. 
A  Fountain  set  open. 


1  COME  to  Calv’ry’s  holy  mountain. 

Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ! 

Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 
Flows  to  you, — to  me, — to  all, — • 

In  a  full  perpetual  tide. 

Opened  when  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition. 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind  ; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, — 
Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find ; 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore ; 

He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  for^ever,— 

’T  is  a  soul-reviving  flood": 

God  is  faithful — God  will  never 
Break  his  covenant  in  blood  ; — 
Signed,  when  our  Redeemer  died. 
Sealed,  when  he  was  glorified. 


8s  and  7s. 

False  and  true  Pleasure. 


262 


1  TELL  us,  wanderer  !  wildly  roving 
From  the  path  that  leads  to  peace. 


INVITING. 

Pl6a.sur6’s  false  enchantment  loving}—* 
When  will  thy  delusion  cease  1 

2  Once,  like  thee,  by  joys  surrounded. 

We  could  kneel  at  pleasure’s  shrine  ; 
Then  our  brightest  hopes  were  bounded, 
By  delights  as  false  as  thine. 

3  But  those  visions  never  blessed  us, — 

Soon  their  fleeting  day  was  o’er; 

Then  the  worlds  that  had  caressed  us. 
Charmed  us  with  its  smiles  no  more- 

4  Such  is  pleasure’s  transient  story ; 

Lasting  happiness  is  known 
Only  in  the  path  to  glory,— 

In  the  Saviour’s  love  alone. 

L.  M. 

The  happy  Choice. 

1  TO-DAY — if  ye  will  hear  his  voice. 

Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say— will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  1 
Say— will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  1 

2  Ye  wandering  souls,  who  And  no  rest  I 
Say — will  you  be  for  ever  blest  1 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  helll 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  1 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth  !  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel’s  joyful  sound  ; 

Como,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ’s  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name. 

For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same, — 
Say— will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  1 
Say— will  you  have  this  Christ  or  nol 

C.  M. 

Pardon  and  Sanctification  in  Christ. 

1  HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 

Our  sin — how  deep  it  stains  ! 

And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds, 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there ’s  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; — 


264. 


395 


8% 


HYMNS. 


^  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners  !  come, 

And  trust  upon  the  Lord.” 

3  My  soul  obeys  th’  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief ; 

1  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  i 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God  !  I  fly  ; 

Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul. 
From  stains  of  deepest  die! 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm. 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 


c.  M. 

TTie  Way  to  Zion. 


1  INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way 

That  leads  to  Zion’s  hill. 

And  thither  set  your  steady  face. 

With  a  determined  will. 

2  Oh  !  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste. 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 

Before  his  footstool,  humbly  bow. 

And  pour  your  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh  !  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 

Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 

With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 


C.  M. 


Invitaiton  to  the  Gospel- Feast. 


1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor ! 

Behold  a  royal  feast, — 

Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  Here  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you,  come ; 

Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see  !  there  yet  is  room : — 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour’s  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 


INVITING. 


397 


Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Oh !  come,  and,  with  his  children,  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 

While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  uniled  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th’  eternal  throne, 

Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 

In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 


c.  M. 

The  Fountain  of  living  Waters. 


1  OH  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found. 

Suited  to  every  sinner’s  case 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound  ! 


2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds 

Your  every  burden  bring; 

Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, — 

A  deep  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts ; 

Come,  thirsty  souls  !  your  wants  disclose, 

And  drink,  with  thankful  hearts. 


4  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you. 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
.  And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 


7s. 

Sinners  urged  to  accept  the  Invitation., 


1  YE  !  who  in  his  courts  are  found. 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound. 

Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are. 

Sons  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, — 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings. 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  this  bleeding  sacrifice; 

See,  in  him,  your  sins  forgiven. 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven  ; 

34 


398 


HYMNS. 


-  Glorify  the  King  of  king?, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 


269. 


7s. 

Expostulation  with  Sinners. 


1  SINNERS  !  turn,  why  will  ye  diel 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you— Why  ] 
God,  who  did  your  being  give. 

Made  you  with  himself  to  live, — 

He  the  fatal  cause  demands. 

Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, — 
Why,  ye  thankless'creatures  ’  why, 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  1 


2  Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  ye  die  1 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you— Why  1 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve. 

Died  himself  that  ye  might  live 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  yainl 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  1 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  why, 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  1 

3  Sinners!  turn,  why  will  ye  diel 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you— Why  1 
Many  a  time  with  you  he  strove, 
Wooed  you  to.  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive! 

Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live! 

Oh  !  ye  guilty  sinners  !  why — 

Why  will  ye  for  ever  diel 


270 


C.  M. 

Expostulation  with  Sinners. 

1  SINNERS  !  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 
’T  is  Mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 

He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  -word, 
From  sin’s  destructive  way. 


2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest. 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  : 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  wav  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell  ] 

And  will  you  onward  gol 
Can  you  in  endless  burnings  dwell. 
Or  bear  eternal  wol 


INVITING. 


399 


4  Lo !  he,  who  turns  to  God,  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word — 

Renouncing  every  sin  : 

Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 

And  learn  his  will  divine. 

6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God ; 

He  will  forgive  your. numerous  faults, 
Through  Christ’s  atoning  blood. 


L.  M. 


271 


Knocking  at  the  Door. 


1  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks,— has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long— is  waiting  still ; 

You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh  !  lovely  attitude — he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands : 
Oh  !  matchless  kindness— and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  I 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed! 

He  will— the  very  friend  you  need  ; 

The  friend  of  sinners— yes,  ’tis  he, 

With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise— touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine,— 

That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin,— 

And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

• 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn,— 

His  feet  departed  ne’er  return  ; 

Admit  him,— or  the  hour ’s  at  hand, 

You  ’ll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


P«,  7s  and  4. 
Invitation  to  Sinners. 


212 


1  CO'^^E.  ye  sinners  !  heavy-laden, 
Lo.sl  and  ruined  by  the  fall, — 


400 


HYMNS. 


If  you  wait  till  you  are  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Sinners  only, 

Christ,  the  Saviour,  came  to  call. 

2  Let  no  sense  of  guilt  prevent  you, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you  ; — 

’T  is  the  Spirit’s  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies  ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 

There  he  groans,  and  bleeds,  and  dies 
“  It  is  finished” — 

Heaven  accepts  the  sacrifice. 

4  Lo  !  th’  incarnate  God  ascending 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him, — venture  wholly, 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

5  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name ; 
Hallelujah  ! — 

Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

L.  M. 

77/e  Sinner  entreated. 

1  RETURN,  O  wanderer  I  now  return. 

And  seek  thine  injured  Father’s  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer !  now  return, 

He  hears  thy  deep  repentant  sigh ; 

He  hears  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer !  now  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live ; 

Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 


INVITING. 


401 


4  Return,  O  wanderer !  now  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 

Thy  Father  calls — “No  longer  mourn 
^T  is  mercy’s  voice  invites  thee  near. 

)7A 

j  f  ^  •  The.  heavenly  Guest. 

1  AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms'! 

Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 

In  all  her  winning  forms'? 

2  Shall  Jesus  for  admittance  plead. 

His  charming  voice  unheard'? 

And  this  vile  heart,  for  which  he  bled, 
Remain  for  ever  barred? 

8  ’T  is  sin.  alas  !  with  tyrant-power. 

The  lodging  has  possessed  ; 

And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door. 
Against  the  heavenly  guest.  • 

4  Lord  !  rise  in  thine  all-conquering  grace. 

Thy  mighty  power  display  ; 

One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

5  Ye  vile  seducers  !  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour  !  enter  in  ; 

Oh  !  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 

And  keep  out  every  sin. 

8s,  7' and  4. 

w*  /  O  •  Glad  Tidings. 

1  SINNERS  !  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Coming  from  the  courts  above? 

Mercy  speaks  in  every  passage ; 

Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 

Oh  !  believe  it, — 

Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Now,  the  heralds  of  salvation 

Joyful  news  from  heaven  proclaim  : — 
Sinners  freed  from  condemnation. 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 

Life  receiving — 

Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb. 

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402 


HYMNS 


3  Who  hath  their  report  believed  1 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  1 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Freely  offered  by  the  Lordl 
Life  immortal, — 

Freely  offered  by  the  Lord. 

4  O  ye  angels  !  'hovering  round  us, — 

Waiting  spirits  !  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay, — 
Rebel-sinners — 

Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


s.  M. 


T*he  accepted  Time. 


1  NOW  is  th’  accepted  time. 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

O  sinners  !  come,  without  delay. 

And  seek  the  Saviour’s  face. 

2  Now  is  th’  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late ; — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ] 

3  Now  is  th’  accepted  time. 

The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise,  in  his  word, 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord  !  draw  reluctant  souls. 

And  melt  them  by  thy  love  ; 

Then  will  the  angels  speed  their  way 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


8s  and  4. 

The  Gospel-Trumpet. 


1  HARK — hark  !  the  gospel-trumpet  soundi 
Through  the  wide  earth  the  echo  bounds ; 
Pardon  and  peace  by  Jesus’  blood  I 
Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God, 

By  grace  divine. 

2  Come,  sinners  !  hear  the  joyful  news, 

•  Nor  longer  dare  the  grace  refuse ; 


INVITING. 

Mercy  and  justice  here  combine, 

Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join, 

T’  invite  you  near. 

3  Ye  saints  in  glory  !  strike  the  lyre ; 

Ye  mortals  !  catch  the  sacred  fire ; 

Let  both  the  Saviour’s  love  proclaim 
For  ever  worthy  is  the  Lamb 
Of  endless  praise. 

C.  M. 

The  Yourig  exhorted. 

1  YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm  I 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near ; 

And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 

A  Saviour’s  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high. 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 

And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by. 

Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  The  soul,  that  longs  to  see  his  face. 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain  ; 

And  they,  who  early  seek  his  grace, 

Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4  What  object,  Lord  !  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  I 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ] 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys  ! 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ;  ^ 

’T  is  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice. 

For  here,  true  bliss  I  find. 


8s  7s  and  4. 
Children  exhorted. 


1  CHILDREN  !  hear  the  melting  story 
Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ; 
’T  is  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory ; 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vaini 
Oh  !  receive  him, 

And  salvation  now  obtain. 


2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly. 
So  displeasing  in  his  sight ; 


403 


404 


HYMNS. 


Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy, 
They  alone  are  his  delight ; 

Seek  his  favor, 

And  your  hearts' to  him  unite. 

3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 
Who  is  ready  to  forgive  ; 

Seek  the  Saviour’s  richest  blessing 
On  his  precious,  name  believe  ; 

He  is  waiting, — 

Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  1 


7s. 

Children  invited  to  Christ. 


1  CHILDREN  !  listen  to  the  Lord, 

And  obey  his  gracious  word ; 

Seek  his  face  with  heart  and  mind — 
Early  seek,  and  you  shall  find. 

2  Sorrowful,  your  sins  confess ; 

Plead  his  perfect  righteousness ; 

See  the  Saviour’s  bleeding  side 
Come — you  will  not  be  denied. 

3  For  his  worship  now  prepare  ; 

Kneel  to  him  in  fervent  prayer ; 
Serve  him  with  a  perfect  heart ; 
Never  from  his  ways  depart. 


PENITENTIAL 


lOI  C.  M. 

O  X  •  Contrition. 

1  O  THOU !  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition’s  humble  sigh  ; 

Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow’s  weeping  eye  ; — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said — “  Return  ?” 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  1 


PENITENTIAL. 


405 


Oh!  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Oh  !  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 


7s. 

Repentance  at  the  Cross  of  Christ. 


82 


1  HEARTS  of  stone  !  relent,  relent, 

Break,  by  Jesus’  cross  subdued ; 

See  his  body,  mangled,  rent. 

Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood  ! 

Sinful  soul'!  what  hast  thou  done  1 
Crucified  God’s  only  Son  ! 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed. 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there 
Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head. 
Pierced  him  with  the  bloody  spear, 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice,-- 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

3  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain,— 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue! 

Open  all  his  wounds  again, — 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ! 

No; — with  all  my  sins  I  ’ll  part. 

Break,  Oh  !  break,  my  bleeding  heart! 


L.  M.  6  Lines. 
Pleadmg  in  Jesus’  Name. 


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1  FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love ! 

Oh  !  hear  an  humble  suppliant’s  cry ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, — 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty ; 

Oh  !  deign  to  hear  my  mournful  voice, 
And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merit  of  my  own, — 

No  worth  to  claim  thy  gracious  smile  ; 
No, — when  I  come  before  thy  throne. 
Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile. 

Thy  name,  blest  Jesus  !  is  my  plea, — 
Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me. 


406 


HYMNS. 


3  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 

Then  hear  thine  humble  suppliant’s  cry 
Bend  frorp  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty ; 

One  pard’ning  word  can  make  me  whole, 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

c.  M. 


Godly  Son  ow  at  the  Cross. 


1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed] 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die] 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ] 

2  Was  it,  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree] 
Amazing  pity  ! — gn-ce  unknown  ! — 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in. 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man  the  creature’s  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face. 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness. 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  floods  of  tears  can  ne’er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 

Here,  Lord  !  I  give  myself  away ; — 
’T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 


L.  M.  6  Lines. 

Backsliders  Return  through  Christ. 


1  WEARY  of  wandering  from  my  Gou 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 

I  hear,  and  bow  beneath  the  rod ; 

To  him,  with  penitence,  I  mourn : 

I  have  an  advocate  above, — 

A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

2  O  Jesus !  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin, — 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in ; 
Oh  !  freely  my  backslidings  heal. 

And  love  the  dying  sinner  still. 


PENITENTIAL. 


407 


Ah  !  give  me,  Lord  !  the  tender  heart. 
That  trembles  at  th’  approach  of  sin  ; 
A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart, 

Implant,  and  root  it  deep  within ; 

That  1  may  fear  thy  gracious  power, 
And  never  dare  V  otfend  thee  more. 


c.  M. 

Penitence  and  Hope. 


DEAR  Saviour  !  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

Low  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall. 

And  hide  this  wretched  face. 


\  Oh  !  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 
The  penitential  sigh. 

Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word, 

With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

\  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet, 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

And  grateful  own — how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 


7s. 

Confession  and  Entreaty, 


L  SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all ! 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  1  fall ; 

Hear,  Oh  !  hear  my  earnest  cry. 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 


I  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, — 

Chief  of  sinners  I  have  been  ; 

Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face. 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

1  Justly  might  thy  righteous  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart; 
Justly  might  thine  angry  breath 
Blast  me  in  eternal  death. 


1  But  with  thee  there ’s  mercy  found, — 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound  : 

Soothe,  Oh  !  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 


40S 


HYMNS. 


288 


*  C.  M. 
Penitence. 


1  PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus  !  at  thy  feet, 

A  guilty  rebel  lies ; 

And  upwards,  to  thy  mercy-seat, 

Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Let  not  thy  justice  frown  me  hence  ; 

Oh  !  stay  the  vengeful  storm  ; 

Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  could  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe. 

Tears  should,  from  both  my  weeping  eyes. 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 

No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed. 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 

Then  justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


c.  M. 


289. 


Pleading  fur  Mercy. 


1  LORD  !  at  thy  feet,  we  sinners  lie. 

And  knock'at  mercy’s  door; 

With  bleeding  heart,  and  downcast  eye. 
Thy  favor  we  implore. 

2  Without  thy  grace,  we  sink  oppressed, 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell ; 

Oh  !  give  our  troubled  spirits  rest, 

Our  gloomy  fears  dispel. 

3  ’T  is  mercy — ^mercy  now  we  plead  ,* 

Let  thy  compassion  move  ; — 

Mercy,  that  led  thee  once  to  bleed. 

In  tenderness  and  love. 

4  In  mercy  now,  for  Jesus’  sake, 

O  God  !  our  sins  forgive; 

Thy  grace  our  stubborn  hearts  can  break, 
And,  breaking,  bid  us  live. 


PENITENTIAL. 


409 


lls  and  10s. 

To  the  Mercy- Seat. 

COME,  ye  disconsolate  !  where’er  ye  languish. 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel : 

Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

1  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure ! 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

1  Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above: 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love ;  come,  ever-knowing, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  but  heaven  can  remove. 


c.  M. 


The  Friend  of  Sinners. 


1  JESUS  !  thou  art  the  sinner’s  friend ; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee  ; 

Now,  in  the  fulness  of  thy  love, 

O  Lord  !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, — 

Remember  Calvary ; 

Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 

And,  then,  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God ! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne. 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  Lord  !  I  am  guilty — 1  am  vile. 

But  thy  salvation ’s  free ; 

Then,  in  thine  all-abounding  grace. 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  And,  when  1  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 

Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer-God ! 

1  pray,  remember  me. 

)Q9  ®  M 

Repentance,  in  View  of  Christ’s  Compassion. 

1  DID  Christ  o’er  sinners  weep] — 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ] 


35 


410 


«  HYMNS. 


Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  angels  wondering  see  v 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul  I 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept — that  we  might  weep  ; — 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; — 

In  heaven  alone' no  sin  is  found, — 
There  is  no  weeping  there. 

C.  M. 

The  Soul  casting  itself  on  Christ. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul !  the  mercy-seat. 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 

There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea. 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee. 
And  such,  O  Lord  !  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed. 

By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 

I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place. 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 

I  may  my  flerce  accuser  face. 

And  tell  him — “  Thou  hast  died.” 

5  Oh  !  wondrous  love,— to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame. 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 


c.  M. 

In-diceUing  Sin  lamented. 


1  WITH  tears  of  anguish,  T  lament. 
Before  thv  feet,  mv  God  ! 

My  p  issiom  pride,  and  discontent. 
And  vile  ingratitude. 


2  Sure,  there  was  ne’er  a  heart  so  bas'^ 
So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 


PENITENTIAL. 


411 


So  faithless  to  its  promises. — 

So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  How  long,  dear  Saviour  !  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  rny  breast  1 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 

And  give  my  conscience  rest] 

4  Break,  sovereign  grace  !  Oh  !  break  the  charm 

And  set  the  captive  free : 

Reveal,  great  God  !  thy  mighty  arm, 

And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

C,  M 

tJ  9  Sin  bewailed  at  the  Cross. 

1  OH  !  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  wo. 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ! 

Repentance  should,  like  rivers,  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  ’  r  was  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, — 

And  groaned  away  a  dying  life, 

For  thee,  my  soul ! — for  thee. 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  those  sins  of  mine 

That  shed  the  Saviour’s  blood  ; 

That  pierced  and  nailed  his  sacred  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer !  they  shall  die ; 

My  heart  hath  so  decreed  ; 

Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  While  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 

I  ’ll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins. 

And  slay  the  murderers  too. 

c.  M. 

Mourning  at  the  Sepulchre. 

1  YE  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord ! 

Cast  all  your  fears  away  ;  ' 

Draw  near,  and,  with  delight,  behold 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought ; — 

’T  was  love  that  brought  him  low ; 


412 


HYMNS. 


Thus  low  in  death  the  Saviour  lay, 

Who  lived  and  bled  for  you. 

3  If  ye  have  wept  at  yonder  cross, 

And  still  your  sorrows  rise, 

Stoop  down  and  view  the  vanquished  'grave. 
And  wipe  your  weeping  eyes. 

4  Your  Saviour  lives,— for  eyer  lives  !— 

Raise  a  triumphant  strain  ; 

No  powers  of  hell,  nor  bars  of  death. 

The  conqueror  could  detain. 

5  O’er  heaven  and  earth  he  now  presides. 

Though  once  among  the  dead ; 

And  to  eternity  shall  reign 
Creation’s  glorious  Head. 

6  Ye  mourning  souls!  rejoice,  while  you 

His  empty  tomb  survey  ; 

As  Christ  arose,  so  you  shall  rise 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


c.  M. 

Returning  to  Christ. 

1  HOW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
•  Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, — 

Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls— “Return  !” 

Dear  Lord  !  and  may  I  come  'I 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 

Oh  !  take  the  wanderer  home. 


And  canst  thou— wilt  thou  yet  forgive. 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  1 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love'? 


4  Almighty  grace !  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious — how  divine  ! 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine ! 


5  Thy  pard’ning  love — so  free,  so  sweet 
Dear  Saviour  !  I  adore  ; 

Oh  !  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet. 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


CONVERSION. 


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CONVERSION. 


c.  P.  M. 

The  New- Birth. 

X  AWAKED  by  Sinai’s  awful  sound, 

My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 

One  solemn  truth  increased  my  pain, — 

The  sinner  “must  be  born  again,” 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

r 

2  I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 

While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, — 

A  vast  oppressive  load : 

All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; — 

The  sinner  “must  be  .born  again,” 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell — 

How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near  : 

Yet  still  I  found  this  truth  remain, — 

The  sinr  t  “must  be  born  again,” 

Or  sinix  in  deep  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay. 

The  bleeding  Saviour  passed  fhat  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  : 

The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain. 

Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

)QQ 

yUnJm  God^  the  Portion  of  the  Soul. 

1  FAR  from  thy  fold,  O  God !  my  feet 

Once  moved  in  error’s  devious  maze; 

Nor  found  religious  duties  sweet, 

Nof  sought  thy  face,  nor  loved  thy  ways. 

2  With  tenderest  voice  thou  bad’st  me  flee 

The  paths  which  thou  couldst  ne’er  approve  ; 
And  gently  drew  my  soul  to  thee. 

With  cords  of  sweet  eternal  love. 

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HYMNS. 


3  Now  to  thy  footstool,  Lord  !  I  fly» 

And  low  in  self-abasement  fall; 

A  vile,  a  helpless  worm,  am  I 
And  thou,  my  God  !  art  all  in  all. 

4  Dearer — far  dearer  to  niy  heart, 

Than  all  the  joys  that  earth  can  give  ; 

From  fame,  from  wealth,  from  friends  I ’d  patt. 
Beneath  thy  countenance  to  live. 


8s  and  7s, 

Taking  up  the  Cross. 


1  JESUS  I  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shall  be ; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, — 

All  I  ’ve  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  I 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, — 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  : — 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 

Oh  I  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might ! 

Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Perish,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ! 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ! 

In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure ; 

With  thy  favor,  life  is  gain  : 

Oh  !  ’t  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 

Oh  !  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me — 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

Q  ^  8s,  7s  and  4. 

j.  •  The  Surrender. 

1  WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer  ! 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Lord  !  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine ; 

Thine  entirely, — 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 


CONVERSION. 


411? 


2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 

Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near : — 
Shout,  O  Zion  ! 

Shout,  ye  saints !  the  Lord  is  here. 

7s. 

Love  to  the  Saints. 

1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around. 

Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest; 

Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 

Oh  !  receive  me  into  rest 

2  Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam, 

Tiike  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  ,wave ; 
Where  you  dwell,  shall  be  my  home. 
Where  you  die,  shall  be  my  grave ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore. 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 

Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, — 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

c,  M. 

Subdued  by  the  Cross. 

1  IN  evil,  long  I  took  delight. 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear. 

Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight. 

And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree. 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 

He  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me. 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Oh  !  never, till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look ; 

It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death. 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

It  plunged  me  in  despair ; 


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I  saw,  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt. 

And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  that  said, 

“I  freely  all  forgive; 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, — 

I  die  that  thou  may’st  live.’^ 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays. 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, — 

Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, — 

It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


8s  and  7s. 
Redemption. 


1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in-blessing. 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ! 

Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner’s  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I  ’ll  sit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood  ; — 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing. 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze  : 

Love  I  much  ? — I  Ve  much  forgiven, — 

I ’m  a  miracle  of  grace. 

4  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

Gazing  here  I ’d  spend  my  breath ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding,—^ 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

5  Lord  !  in  ceaseless  contemplation. 

Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  thine, 

Till  I  taste  thy  whole* salvation. 

Where,  unveiled,  thy  glories  shine. 

L  M. 

a  Parting  with  carnal  Joys. 

1  I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away, — 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 

False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea. 

And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair : 


CONVERSION. 


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And,  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e’en  conveyed  me  there^ 

3  Lord !  1  adore  thy  matchless  grace. 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 

That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

1  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes ; 
Oh  !  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 

There  would  I  lix  my  last  abode, 

And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

S.  M. 

Rejoicing. 

1  NOW  let  our  voices  join 

Tu  raise  a  sacred  song ; 

Ye  pilgrims  !  in  Jehovah’s  ways. 

With  music  pass  along. 

2  See — flowers  of  paradise, 

In  rich  profusion,  spring  ; 

The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path. 

And  dear  companions  sing. 

3  See — Salem’s  golden  spires, 

In  beauteous  prospect,  rise ; 

And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

4  All  honor  to  his  name. 

Who  marks  the  shining  way, — 

To  him  who  leads  the  pilgrims  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

c.  M. 

•  ^  Salvation  welcomed. 

1  SALVATION  !  Oh!  the  joyful  sound; 

’T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears ; — 

A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin. 

At  hell’s  dark  door  we  lay  ; 


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HYMNS. 


But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine. 

To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  ! — ^let  tb'^.  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around  ; 

^While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

7.?. 

Darkness  turned  to  Light. 

1  BOUNDLESS  glory,  Lord  :  be  thine; 
Thou  hast  made  the  daikness  shine ; 
Thou  hast  sent  a  cheering  ray  ; 

Thou  hast  turned  our  night  to  day. 

2  Darkness  long  involved  us  round. 

Till  we  knew  the  joyful  sound  ; 

Then  our  darkness  fled  away, — 
Chased  by  truth’s  effulgent  ray. 

3  They  are  blessed,  and  none  beside, — ^ 
They,  who  in  the  truth  abide  ; 

Clear,  the  light  that  marks  their  way— 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 

4  Guide  us.  Saviour  !  through  the  road, 
Till  we  reach  the  saints’  abode; 

Till  we  see  thee  throned  above, 

As  thou  art, — the  God  of  love. 

c.  M. 

Returning  to  Zion. 

1  SING,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord  ! 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing: 

Ye  pilgrims  !  now,  for  Zion  bound. 

Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  hath  made 

How  peaceful  and  how  plain  ! 

The  simplest  traveler  need  not  err, 

Nor  seek  the  path  in  vain. 

3  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on. 

Through  all  the  blissful  road ; 

Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 

And  see  your  smiling  God. 

4  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 


CONVERSION. 

While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 

Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

5  March  on,  in  your  Redeemer’s  strength  ; 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 

With  joyful  hope,  still  fix  your  eye 
On  Zion’s  heavenly  hill. 

s.  M. 

Submission  to  Christ. 

1  JESUS  !  I  come  to  thee, 

A  sinner  doomed  to^die  ; 

My  only  refuge  is  thy  cross, — 

Here  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 

2  Can  mercy  reach  my  case. 

And  all  my  sins  remove? 

Break,  O  my  God !  this  heart  of  stone. 
And  melt  it  by  thy  love. 

3  Too  long  my  soul  has  gone. 

Far  from  my  God,  astray  ; 

I ’ve  sported  on  the  brink  of  hell. 

In  sin’s  delusive  way. 

4  But,  Lord !  my  heart  is  fixed,— 

I  hope  in  thee  alone ; 

Break  off  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 
And  bind  me  to  thy  throne. 

5  Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 

Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears  ; — 

Oh  !  send  thy  blessed  Spirit  down. 

To  banish  all  my  fears. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  arise, 

From  sin  and  Satan  free ; 

Redeemed  from  hell  and  every  foe, 

I  ’ll  trust  alone  in  thee. 

c.  M. 

Set  f-  Dedicat  ion. 

1  WELCOME,  O  Saviour!  to  my  heart; 

Possess  thine  humble  throne; 

Bid  every  rival  hence  depart. 

And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake, — 

To  thee,  I  all  resign  ; 


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420 


HmNS. 


My  longing  heart,  O  Jesus  !  take, 

And  fill  with  love  divine. 

3  Oh  !  may  I  never  turn  aside, 

Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee  ; 

Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide, — 

I  give  it  all  to  thee. 

19  CM. 

*  J-  ^  •  Prayer  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption. 

1  SPIRIT  of  holiness  !  look  down, 

Our  fainting  hearts  to  cheer ; 

And,  when  we  tremble  at  thy  frown. 

Oh  !  bring  thy  comforts  near. 

2  The  terrors  thy  convictions  wrought. 

Oh  !  let  thy  grace  remove ; 

And  may  the  souls,  which  thou  hast  taught 
To  weep,  now  learn  to  love. 

3  Now  let  thy  saving  mercy  heal 

The  wounds  it  made  before ; 

Now  on  our  hearts  impress  thy  seal. 

That  we  may  doubt  no  more. 

4  Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun. 

And  make  our  darkness  light, — 

That  we  a  glorious  race  may  run. 

Till  faith  be  lost  in  sight. 

5  Then,  as  our  wandering  eyes  discern 

The  Lord’s  unclouded  face. 

In  fitter  language,  we  shall  learn 
To  sing  triumphant  grace. 


c.  M. 

Old  Things  passed  away. 


I  LET  earthly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 

Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too. 

But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 


2  Its  joys  can  now  no  longer  please, 
Nor  e’en  content  afford  : 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these. 
For  1  have  seen  the  Lord. 


3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 
The  stars  are  all  concealed ; 


CONVERSION. 


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So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 

When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  rny  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 

His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 

A  worthless  worm  like  mel 
Dear  Lord  !  I  would  be  thine  alone. 

And  wholly  live  to  thee. 

C.  M. 

The  full  Purpose. 

1  IN  all  m*y  Lord’s  appointed  ways. 

My  journey  I  ’ll  pursue  ; 

Hinder  me  not. — ye  much-loved  saints  ! 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 

I  ’ll  follow  where  he  goes ; 

Hinder  me  not ! — shall  be  my  cry. 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I  ’ll  go  at  his  command ; 

Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel’s  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, — 

Hinder  me  not, — come,  welcome,  death ! 

I  ’ll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

8s  and  7s. 

•  Redeeming  Love. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing! 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never-ceasing. 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure. 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 

Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 

While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 


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He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood.  . 

4  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I ’m  constrained  to  be  ! 

Let  thy  grace,  Lord  !  like  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

5  Prone  to  wander, — Lord  !  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 

Here ’s  my  heart,  Oh  !  take  and  seal  it,-^ 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

c.  M. 


Joy  over  the  Penitent. 


1  OH  !  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy. 

When  but  one  sinner  turns. 

And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart. 

His  sin  and  error  mourns  ! 

• 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 

In  songs,  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 

And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 

3  Well-pleased,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner’s  moan  ; 

Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms. 

And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain. 

But  kindle  with  new  fire : 

“The  sinner  lost  is  found  !”  they  sing. 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre, 

M  ry  L.  M. 

^  X  I  •  Joy  in  Heaven  for  a  repenting  Sinner. 

1  WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise. 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 

To  see  a  prodigal  return, — 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  1 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew ; 


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And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  king. 

s.  M. 

The  Song  of  the  Saved  on  Earth. 

1  FROM  Egypt’s  bondage  come, 

Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 

We  seek  a  new,  a  better  liome, 

Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain. 

2  To  Canaan’s  sacred  bound, 

We  haste  with  songs  of  joy, 

Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found. 

And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 

3  There  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

And  every  conflict ’s  o’er : 

There  we  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 

Nor  thirst  nor  hunger  more. 

4  There,  in  celestial  strains. 

Enraptured  myriads  sing ; 

And  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, — 

For  God  himself  is  king. 

5  We  hope  to  join  the  throng, 

And  soon  their  pleasures  share : — 

To  sing  the  everlasting  song. 

With  all  the  ransomed  there. 

6  How  sweet  the  prospect  is  ! 

It  cheers  the  pilgrim’s  breast ; 

We’re  journeying  through  the  wilderness. 

To  our  eternal  rest. 

,  L.  M. 

A  Youth.,  seeking  heavenly  Wisdom. 

1  1  ASK  not  wealth,  nor  pomp,  nor  power, 

Nor  fleeting  pleasures  of  an  hour  : 

My  soul  aspires  to  nobler  things 
Than  all  the  pride  and  state  of  kings. 

2  One  thing  I  ask  ; — Lord  !  wilt  thou  hear, 

And  grant  my  soul  a  gift  so  dearl — 

Wisdom,  descending  from  above, 

The  sweetest  token  of  thy  love : 

3  Wisdom,  betimes  to  know  the  Lord, 

To  fear  his  name,  and  keep  his  word ; 


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HYMNS. 


To  lead  my  feet  in  paths  of  truth, 

And  guide  and  guard  my  wandering  youth. 

4  Then  shouldst  thou  grant  a  length  of  days. 
My  life  shall  still  proclaim  th)''  praise; 

Or  early  death  my  soul  convey 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 


ll  M. 


llenouncing  the  World. 


1  COME,  my  foni  fluttering  heart! 

Come,  struggle  to  be  free  ; 

Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 

However  hard  it  be  : 

My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just. 

But  cleaves  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets  1  forbear; 

Ye  dearest  idols  !  fall ; 

My  love  ye  must  not  share, 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all : 

*T  is  bitter  pain, — ’t  is  cruel  smart, — 
But,  ah  !  thou  must  consent,  my  heart! 

3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng  ! 

Ye  golden  dreams  !  farewell ! 

Earth  has  prevailed  too  long. 

And  now  I  break  the  spell: 

Farewell,  ye  joys  of  early  years  ! — 
Jesus  1  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

4  In  Gilead  there  is  balm, 

A  kind  Physician  there. 

My  fevered  mind  to  calm. 

And  bid  me  not  despair : 

Aid  me,  dear  Saviour  !  set  me  free  ; 

My  all  I  would  resign  to  thee. 

6  Oh  !  may  I  feel  thy  worth, 

And  let  no  idol  dare, — 

No  vanity  of  earth. 

With  thee,  my  Lord  !  compare  : 

Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 

And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 


CHRISTIAN. 


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CHRISTIAN. 


7s. 

Rejoicing  in  Jesus. 


1  NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus’  name ; 

Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  jn  redeeming  love. 


2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father’s  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour’s  face. 

As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move. 

Praise,  and  bless  redeeming  love. 


3  Mourning  souls  !  dry  up  your  tears; 
Banish  all  your  sinful  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, — 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 


4  Welcome  all,  by  sin  oppressed, — 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest! 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, — 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

5  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring ; 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string  ; 
Mortals  !  join  the  hosts  above, — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


6  When  his  Spirit  leads  us  home. 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  the  Lord’s  redeeming  love. 


8s  and  7s. 
Joxjful  Hope. 


1  KNOW,  my  soul !  thy  full  salvation  , 
Rise  o’er  sin,  and  fear  and  care, 

Joy  to  find,  in  every  station. 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear  : 

Think,  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think,  what  Father’s  smiles  are  thine; 
Think,  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee  ; — 
Child  of  heaven  !  can.st  thou  repine] 

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2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  with  faith,  and  winged  with  prayei 
Heaven's  eternal  day ’s  before  thee, 

God’s  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there : 
Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission. 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim-days ; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, — 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


s.  M 

Salvation  by  Grace. 


1  GRACE  ! — ’t  is  a  charming  sound, — 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 


2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heave nlv  road  ; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown. 

Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


c.  M. 

Filial  Obedience. 


1  GRACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed. 
Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 


2  Not  bv  the  terrors  of  a  slave. 

Do  they  perform  his  will ; 

But,  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have. 
His  sweet  commands  fulfill. 


3  They  find  access,  at  every  hour. 

To  God,  within  the  veil : 

Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 


CHRISTIAN. 


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4  Oh  !  happy  souls  !— Oh  !  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace, — 

To  dwell  so  near  their  Father’s  seat, 

And  see  his  lovely  face. 

5  Lord  !  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ;  ^ 

Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 

To  form  mv  heart  divine. 

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6  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong ; 

Then  shall  I  say,— “  My  Father,  God  I” 

With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

c.  M. 

•  Faith  mcouraged  by  ancient  Examples. 

1  RISE,  O  my  soul !  pursue  the  path. 

By  ancient  worthies  trod ; 

Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 

Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason’s  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 

Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds. 

Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  ’T  was  through  the  Lamb’s  most  precious  blood* 

They  conquered  every  foe ; 

And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace. 

Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord  !  may  I  ever  kee^^in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given  ; 

And  ne’er  forsake  the  blessed  road. 

That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

}^\J9  Sale ation  through  Christ. 

1  NOW,  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 

Be  everlasting  honors  given  ; 

He  saves  from  hell, — we  bless  his  name, — 

He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for  our  duties,  or  deserts. 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace. 

He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts. 

And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 


HYMNS. 


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3  ’T  was  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  resv^ue  rebels,  doomed  to  die ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ,  his  Son, 
Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last. 

And  makes  his  Father’s  counsels  known 
Declares  the  great  transaction  past. 

And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  dies, — and,  in  that  dreadful  night. 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy  ; 
Rising — he  brought  our  heaven  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

c.  M. 

^  *  •  The  Hope  of  Heaven. 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title,  clear, 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hell’s  fierce  darts  be  hurled  : 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan’s  rage, 

'  .  And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  •my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll. 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


7s  and  6s.  Peculiar. 
Pilgrim's  Song. 


1  RISE,  my  soul  !  and  stretch  thy  wingsi 
Thy  better  portion  trace ; 

Rise  from  transitory  things. 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place: 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay. 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul !  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 


CHRISTIAN 


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2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 

Fii’e  ascending  seeks  the  sun, — 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source ; 
So  a  soul,  that ’s  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode. 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims  !  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 

Soon  the  Saviour  will  return. 
Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 

Yet  a  season, — and  you  know, 
Happy  entrance  will  be  given ; 

All  our  sorrows  left  below. 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 


C.  M. 


Salvation  by  Grace. 


1  LORD  !  we  confess  our  numerous  faults; 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been  1 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts. 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  O  my  soul !  for  ever  praise. 

For  ever  love  his  name. 

Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

3  ’T  is  rot  by  works  of  righteousness 

Whi  :h  our  own  hands  have  done; 

But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  thr(>ugh  his  Son 

4  *T  is  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 

’l^is  by  the  water,  and  the  blood. 

Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  ’T  is  through  the  purchase  of  his  death 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree. 

The  Spirit  is  sent  down,  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 

And,  justified  by  grace, 

We  shall  appear  in  glory  too. 

And  see  our  Father’s  face. 


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330. 


Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth 


S.  M. 


1  COME,  ye  who  love  the  Lord  ! 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  : 

Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing. 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 

But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
.  May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets. 

Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We  ’re  marching  through  Immanuel’s  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

0.  M. 


Redemption  and  Protection. 


1  ARISE,  my  soul !  my  joyful  powers  ! 

And  triumph  in  my  God ; 

Awake,  my  voice  !  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, — 

The  opening  gates  of  hell ; 

And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure, 
That ’t  was  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love, 

Beneath  my  soul  he  placed ; 

And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 

To  shield  the  sacred  place. 


CHRISTIAN. 


431 


5  Arise,  my  soul !  awake,  my  voice  ! 
And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing; 


Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 


c  M. 


Pleasures  unseen. 


1  Oil!  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 

Above  these  gloomy  shades. 

To  those  bright  worlds,  beyond  the  sky, 

Which  sorrow  ne’er  invades  ! — 

2  There,  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason’s  feeble  ray. 

In  ever-blooming  prospects  rise, 

Unconscious  of  decav. 

3  Lord  !  send  a  beam  of  light  divine. 

To  guide  our  upward  aim ; 

With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine. 

Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Oh  !  then,  on  faith’s  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  hope  shall  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring, 
Immortal,  in  the  skies. 

c.  M. 


The  Robe  of  Rig  kfeousness. 


1  AWAKE,  my  heart !  arise,  my  tongue  ! 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 

In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys. 

Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  ’T  is  he  adorned  my  naked  soul. 

And  made  salvation  mine; 

Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm, 

He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And,  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found. 

He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought. 

And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 

These  ornaments — how  bright  they  shine! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 


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HYMNS. 


5  Strangely,  my  soul !  art  thou  arrayed 
■  By  the  great  sacred  Three  ! 

In  sweetest  harmoiiy  of  praise, 

Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 


L.  M. 

The  Christian  Race. 


1  AWAKE,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 
Awake — and  run  the  heavenly  race. 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True, — ’t  is  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And'mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring. 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply  ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air. 

We  ’ll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 

'On  wings  of  love,  our  souls  shall  fly. 

Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 


c.  M. 


9  The  Christian  Race. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul  !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal. 

And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  ’T  is  God’s  all-animating  voice. 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

’T  is  he,  whose  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod. 

And  onv/ard  urge  thy  way. 


CHRISTIAN. 


433 


4  Blest  Saviour !  introduced  by  thee, 

Our  race  have  we  begun  : 

And,  crowned  with  vict’ry,  at  thy  feetj 
We  ’ll  lay  our  trophies  down. 

7s. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King ! 

As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 

Sing  your  Saviour’s  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 

In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 

They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock  !  and  blest ; 

You  on  Jesus’  throne  shall  rest  ; 

There,  your  seat  is  nviw  prepared, — 

There,  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren  !  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 

Jesus  Christ,  your  Father’s  Son, 

Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord  !  submissive  make  us  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below; 

Only  thou  our  leader  be. 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

L.  M. 

The  Christian  Warfare. 

I  STAND  up,  my  soul !  shake  oif  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel-armor  on  ; 

March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy. 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain ’s  gouti, 
i  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, — 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 

And  sung  the  triumph,  when  he  rose. 

1  Then,  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There,  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wai  \ 

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4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown. 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  leader’s  praise, 

c.  M. 

Holy  Love. 

1  HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  tin.  i.reast; 

Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 

And  strengthens  all  the  Test. 

2  Knowledge, — alas  I  ’t  is  ail  in  vain. 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  tight  and  reign, 

If  love  be  absent  there.  " 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 

’T  is  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings, 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

4  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay. 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode. 

The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 

L  M. 

Love  to  God  and  Man. 

1  HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angtds  use, — 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass — an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach,  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell, — 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still — I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 

To  f(‘ed  the  hungry — clothe  the  poor; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame. 

To  gain  a  martyr’s  glorious  name  ;  — 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 

Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 

Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fi('rv  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e’er  fulfill. 


CHRISTIAN. 


435 


L.  M. 

W/io  on  earth  are  blessed. 


1  BLEST  are  the  humble  souls,  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 


2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 

Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely' flows — 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state. 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls,  that  thirst  for  grace, — 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 

They  shall  be  well-supplied,  and  fed. 

With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 


L.  M. 

Who  on  earth  are  blessed. 


1  BLEST  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  do  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love; 

From  Christ,  the  Lord,  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

2  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure,  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life. 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife; 
3'hey  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, — 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

4  Blest  are  the  sufferers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame,  for  Jesus’  sake  ; 

Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, — 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


c.  M. 

Brotherly  Love. 


1  HOW  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 


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HYMNS. 


In  one  another’s  peace  delight, 

And  so  fulfill  his  word  ! 

2  Oh  !  may  we  feel  each  brother’s  sigh, 

■  And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 

May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream. 

Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 

Let  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem. 

In  every  action,  glow. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds  . 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 

And  he ’s  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

7s. 

CTirisHan  Union  and  Lovt. 

1  JESUS,  Lord !  we  look  to  thee, 

Let  us  in  thy  name  agree ; 

Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  peace. 

Bid  all  strife  for  ever  cease. 

2  Make  us  one  in  heart  and  mind. 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind. 

Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word. 
Wholly  like  our  blessed  Lord. 

3  Let  us  each  for  others  care. 

Each  his  brother’s  burden  bear. 

To  thy  church  a  pattern  give. 
Showing  how  believers  live. 

4  Let  us,  then,  with  joy,  remove 
To  thy  family  above  ; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly, — 
Showing  how  believers  die. 

s  M. 

Christian  Union. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie,  that  binds 
Our  hearts,  in  chrislian  love; 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father’s  throne. 

We  pour  cur  ardent  prayers ; 


CHRISTIAN. 


437 


Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 

And  often,  for  each  other,  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part. 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage,  by  the  way ; 

While  each,  in  expectation,  lives, 

And  long  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign, 
Through  all  eternity. 


s.  M. 

All^  one  in  Christ. 


1  LET  party-names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o’erspread  : 
Gentile  '  nd  Jew.  and  bond  and  free. 

Are  one,  in  Christ,  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth. 

Let  mutual  love  abound  ; — 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 

With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 

Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


Parting  of  Christians. 


1  FOR  a  season  called  to  part. 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend. 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  friend. 

2  Jesus  !  hear  our  humble  prayer  ; 

Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 


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Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  Ihy  strength,  may  we  be  strong; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ; 

Grant,  that,  if  we  live,  ere-long 
VVe  may  meet  in  peace  again. 

4  Then,  if  thou  thy  help  afford,  - 

Jovful  songs  to  thee  shall  rise, 

And'our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 

Who  regards  our  humble  cries. 

C.  M. 

Ij)xe  to  OUT  Neighbor. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace 
""  All-powerful  from  above, 

To  form,  in  our  obedient  souls, 

The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  Oh  !  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 

Kindly  to  share  in  others’  joy, 

And  weep  for  others’  wo. 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief, 

In  low  distress,  are  laid. 

Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 

And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 

When  throned  above  the  skies  ; 

And  mid  th’  embraces  of  thy  love. 

He  felt  compassion  rise.  ■ 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  ra'ise  us  from  the  ground  ; 

And  gave  his  own  most  precious  blood, 

A  balm  for  every  wound. 

f  >  /.  Q  ^ 

OGbO*  Compassion  atui  Chanty. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another’s  pain  ;  . 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye  ^  •;  ^  ^ 

Is  never  raised  in  vain  ; —  «  ’ 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmtl 

A  brother’s  woes  to  feel. 


CHRISTIAN. 


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And  bleeds  in  pity  o’er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

.  f 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief; 

His  seciet  b  junty  largely  flows, 

And  L rings  unesked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  oflices  of  love, 

His  feet  are  never  slow ; 

He  views,  through  mercy’s  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He,  f rom  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

fehall  present  peace  receive; 

And,  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


c.  M. 

Fur  benevolent  Societies, 


1  BRIGHT  Source  of  everlasting  love  ! 

To  thee  our  souls  we  raise ; 

And  to  thv  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A  monument  of  praise. 

2  Th}^  mercy  gilds  the  path  of  life. 

With  every  cheering  ray  : 

Kindly  restrains  the  rising  tear. 

Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 

3  When  sunk  in  guilt,  our  souls  approached 

The  borders  of  despair, 

Tiiy  grace,  through  Jesus’  blood,  proclaimed 
A  free  salvation  near. 

4  What  shrdl  w’e  render,  bounteous  Lord  ! 

For  all  the  grace  we  seel 
A1  as  !  the  goodness,  worms  can  yield, 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

5  d’o  tents  of  wo,  to  beds  of  pain. 

Our  cheerful  feet  repair; 

And,  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows. 

Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

f  The  widow’s  heart  shall  sing  for  joy. 

The  orphan  shall  be  fed  ; 

The  hungering  soul,  we  ’ll  gladly  point 
To  Christ,  the  living  bread. 


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360. 


C.  M. 

Charitable  Appropriations. 


1  JESUS,  our  Lord  !  how  rich  thy  grace! 

Thy  bounties — how  complete  ! 

How  shall  we  count  the  wondrous  sum, 
Or  pay  the  mighty  debt  1 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light, 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 

What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 

Since  all  the  world  is  thine. 


3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

J'he  children  of  thy  grace, 

Whose  humble  names  thou  wilt  confess, 
Before  thy  Father’s  face. 

T  In  them  may’st  thou  be  clothed  and  fed, 
Be  visited  and  cheered  ; 

And,  in  their  accents  of  distress, 

The  Saviour’s  voice  be  heard. 


5  Whate’er  our  willing  hands  can  give. 
Lord  !  at  thy  feet  we  lay  ; 

Grace  will  the  humble  gift  receive 
And  grace  at  length  repay. 


s.  M. 

Supports  of  Religion. 


1  WHEN  gloomy  doubts  and  fears 
The  trembling  heart  invade. 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
A  universal  shade  ; — 


2  Religion  can  assuage 

The  tempest  of  the  soul ; 

And  every  fear  gives  up  its  rage 
At  her  divine  control. 


3  Through  life’s  bewildered  way, 

Her  hand  unerring  leads : 

And  o’er  the  path,  her  heavenly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 


•4  When  reason,  tired  and  blind. 
Sinks  helpless  and  afraid ; 

Thou  blest  supporter  of  the  mind ! 
How  powerful  is  thine  aid  ! 


CHRISTIAN. 


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5  Oh  !  let  me  feel  thy  power 
And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 

To  cheer  my  every  gloomy  hour, 
And  calm  my  every  grief. 


c.  M. 

Contrition  arid  Prayer. 


1  OH  !  for  that  tenderness  of  heart, 

That  bows  before  the  Lord ; 

That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 

And  trembles  at  thy  word. 

2  Oh  !  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears. 

Which  from  repentance  flow  ; 

That  sense  of  guilt,  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow ! 

3  Saviour  !  to  me,  in  pity  give, 

For  sin,  the  deep  distress  ; 

The.  pledge  thou  wilt,  at  last,  receive, 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  Oh !  till  my  soul  with  faith  and  love. 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 

Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above, — 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
Hope  encouraged. 


353 


1  0  MY  soul !  what  means  this  sadness] 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down] 
Let  thy  grief  be  turned  to  gladness, 

Bid  thy  restless  fear  begone  ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 

And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee. 

Though  thy  heart  is  stained  with  sin, 
Jesus  lives,  he  ’ll  ne’br  forget  thee. 

He  will  make  thee  pure  within  ; 

He  is  faithful 

To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee. 

And  thou  tread’st  the  thorny  road ; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee ; 

Soon  he  ’ll  bring  thee  home  to  God  ; 
Thou  shall  praise  him, — 

Praise  the  great  Redeemer’s  name. 


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HYMNS. 


4  Oh  !  that  I  could  low  adore  him. 

Like  the  heavenly  host  above. 

Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 

And  unceasing  sing  his  love  I 
Happy  spirits ! 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join] 

c.  M. 

^  •  Strength  from  Heaven. 

1  WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise 

And  where  ^s  our  courage  fled  ] 

Have  restless  sin,  and  raging  hell, 

Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  J 

2  Have  we  forgot  th’  almighty  name, 

That  formed  the  earth  and  sea] 

And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary,  or  decay  ] 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 

He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 

And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  powers  shall  fade  and  die. 

And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 

But  we,  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 

Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles’  wings 

And  taste  the  promised  bliss , 

Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive, 

Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 


H  M. 

Spiritual  Desertion. 


1  WHERE  is  my  Saviour  now, 

Whose  smiles  I  once  possessed] 
Till  he  return,  I  bow, 

By  heaviest  grief  oppressed  : 

My  days  of  happiness  have  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 


2  Where  can  the  mourner  go. 
And  tell  his  tale  of  grief] 
Ah  !  who  can  soothe  his  wo, 
And  give  him  sweet  relief] 


CHRISTIAN. 


443 


■  Earth  cannot  heal  the  wounded  breast, 

Nor  give  the  troubled^sinner  rest. 

3  Jesus  !  thy  smiles  impart ; 

My  dearest  Lord  I  return, 

And  ease  my  wounded  heart. 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn : 

Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee,  . 

And  peace  and  heaven  be  found  in  thee. 

L.  M. 

Asking  divine  Consolation. 

1  SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest*. 
Come,  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast. 

Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 

And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope  !  and  joy  sincere  ! 

Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here  ; 

Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 

Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine ! 

Oh  !  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine  ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 

And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear. 

See  death  with  all  its  terrors  near ; 

My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice. 

And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 

c.  M. 

Beatific  Vision  of  Christ. 

1  FROM  thee,  my  God  !  my  joys  shall  rise, 

And  run  eternal  rounds 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies. 

And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  out-brave. 

Leave  dull  mortality  behind. 

And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns. 

In  heaven’s  unmeasured  space, 

I  ’ll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure,  and  in  praise. 


HYMNS. 


4  Blest  Jesus  !  every  smile  of  thine  j 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring,  .j 

And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

5  Haste,  my  Beloved  !  fetch  my  soul  | 

Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ;  * 

Fty^for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 


^L/  tJ  O  »  Heaven  on  Earth. 


1  WHILE  through  this  changing  world  we  roain, 

From  infancy  to  age, 

Heaven  is  the  Christian  pilgrim’s  home, 

His  rest  at  every  stage. 

2  Thither,  his  raptured  thought  ascends, 

Eternal  joys  to  share  ; 

There  his  adoring  spirit  bends. 

While  here,  he  kneels  in  prayer. 

8  From  earth  his  freed  affections  rise, 

To  fix  on  things  above. 

Where  all  his  hope  of  glory  lies, — 

Where  all  is  perfect  love. 

4  There  too  may  we  our  treasure  place. 

There  let  our  hearts  be  found ; 

That  still,  where  sin  abounded,  grace 
May  more  and  more  abound. 

5  Henceforth,  our  conversation  be. 

With  Christ  before  the  throne  ; 

Ere  long  we,  eye  to  eye,  shall  see. 

And  know  as  we  are  known. 


^  •  ’WorlcUiness  lamented. 


1  THE  mind  was  formed,  to  mount  sublime 
Beyond  the  narrow  bounds  of  time. 

To  everlasting  things ; 

But  earthly  vapors  dim  her  sight. 

And  hang,  with  cold  oppressive  weight. 
Upon  her  drooping  wings. 

2  Bright  scenes  of  bliss,— unclouded  skies. 
Invite  my  soul Oh  !  could  I  rise. 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below. 


[ 


CHRISTIAN. 


445 


I ’d  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care, 

And  say,  to  every  tempting  snare, — 

Heaven  calls,  and  I  must  go  : — 

3  Heaven  calls,— and  can  I  yet  delay  ] 

Can  aught  on  earth  engage  my  stay  ] 

Ah  !  wretched  lingering  heart  ! 

Come,  Lord  !  with  strength,  and  life,  and  light. 
Assist  and  guide  my  upward  flight, 

And  bid  the  world  depart. 

8s. 

Backsliders  invited  to  return. 

1  RETURN  to  the  guide  of  thy  youth,— 

Thy  Maker,  thy  Father,  thy  Friend ! 

Behold  him  prepared  to  receive 

The  child  who  has  dared  to  offend : 
Return— the  Redeemer  invites  ; 

Full  oft  he  hath  sought  thee  before ; 

But,  lo  !  with  unspeakable  grace. 

He  deigns  to  entreat  thee  once  more* 

2  Return, — and  enjoyments  are  thine. 

Too  vast  for  the  heart  to  conceive  ; — 
Enjoyments  which  only  belong 
i’o  those  who  repe.it  and  believe ; 

A  love  which  for  ever  expands  ; 

Unceasing  composure  of  heart; 

A  crown  of  unfading  delight; 

A  kingdom  which  cannot  depart. 

QiT'l  c.  M. 

O  U  i  •  God^  the  Author  of  Mercies  and  Afflictions' 

1  NAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came. 

And  rose  to  life  at  first. 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 

And  mingle  with  the  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own. 

Are  only  favors  borrowed  now. 

To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  ’T  is  God,  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 

He  gives,  and — blessed  be  his  name  !— 

He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

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416 

•  4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions !  then  ; 
Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent,  at  his  sovereign  will. 

And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 

And  we  ’ll  adore  the  justice  too. 

That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 


8s  and  7s. 
Eternity. 


1  IN  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Compassed  round  with  every  care, 
From  eternity  we  borrow 
Hope  that  banishes  despair. 

2  Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour  ! 

In  the  glass  of  faith  we  see, 

Oh  !  assist  each  faint  endeavor, 

Raise  our  earth-born  souls  to  thee. 


3  Bring  that  awful  scene,  before  us, 

Of  the  last  tremendous  day, 

When  to  life  thou  wilt  restore  us  ; — 
Lingering  ages  1  haste  away. 

4  Then  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

Incorruption  shall  put  on  ; 
Life-renewing,  glorious  Saviour ! 

Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 


Q/RQ  s.  m. 

O  vJ  O  a  Trust  in  God. 


1  YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints! 

Down  from  the  willows  take : 

Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine. 

Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land. 

We  are  not  far  from  home ; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above. 

We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will,  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 

Nor  present  things — nor  things  to  come 
Shall  quench  this  spark  divine. 


CHRISTIAN. 


447 


4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame  ; 

Then  will  we  trust  our  gracious  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 

His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God ! 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  : — 

Who  waits  for  thy  salvation.  Lord! 
Shtiil  thy  salvation  see. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

The  Gladness  of  the  Righteous, 


1  FAR  from  us  be  grief  and  sadness , 

Farther  still  unhallowed  mirth : 

Zion’s  sons  may  sing,  with  gladness, 
Theirs  are  joys  of  heavenly  birth  : 
;sus  owns  them, — 

Jesus,  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth. 

2  All  the  worlding’s  mirth  is  madness, 

All  his  labor  fruitless  toil : 

’T  is  the  saints  that  taste  of  gladness, 
Though  the  world  their  choice  revile  : 
Sweet  their  portion  : — 

Life  is  in  the  Saviour’s  smile. 

h  Worlds  would  seem  as  nothing  to  us. 
Balanced  with  a  Saviours  love: 

Since  the  Lord  in  mercy  drew  us — 
Drew  our  souls,  to  things  above, 
Earthly  objects 

Can  no  longer  greatly  move, 

4  Once  the  world  was  all  our  treasure ; 
Then  the  world  our  hearts  possessed ; 
Now  we  taste  sublimer  pleasure. 

Since  the  Lord  has  made  us  blest; 

We  can  witness, — 

Jesus  gives  his  people  rest. 


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8s  and  7s. 
Pilgrim. 


1  GENTLY,  Lord  !  Oh  !  gently  lead  us, 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  ; 
Through  the  change.s  thOu  ’st  decreed 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears  : 
When  temptation’s  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us. 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish. 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Sutler  not  our  hearts  to  languish, — 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear  : 

And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended. 

Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest. 

Till,  by  angel-bands  attended. 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 


7.S  and  6s.  Peculiar. 
Pleading  by  the  Cross. 


1  LAMB  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind  ; — 

Send  the  answer  from  above. 

And  let  us  mercy  find: 

Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee; 
Every  burdened  soul  release: 

•  7 

Oh  !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sitmer’s  pardon  seal  ; 

Speak  us  freely -justified. 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 

By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  ; 
Oh  !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

3  Can  we  ever  hence  depart 

Till  thou  our  wants  relieve? 

Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

And  all  thine  image  give: 

Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  thee, 

Till  renewed  bv  holiness, — 

Oh  !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 


CHRISTIAN. 


449 


C.  M. 

Asking  Mercy  in  Affliction. 


1  O  THOU  whose  mercy  guides  my  way 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 

Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say 
There  is  no  mercy  here. 

2  Oh  !  grant  me  to  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 

More  than  the  world’s  alluring  gain 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then,  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see : 

The  very  hand,  that  strikes  the  blow. 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 


! 


►  c.  M. 

^vJO«  Confidence  in  God's  Government. 


1  SINCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 

God’s  watchful  eye  surveys. 

Oh  !  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot. 

Or  to  appoint  our  ways'? 

2  Good,  v/hen  he  gives — supremely  good; 

Nor  less,  when  he  denies; 

E’en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand. 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father’s  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  1 
To  his  unerring  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4-  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine. 

My  God  !  inscribe  my  name  ; 

There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb  ! 


lls. 

Relying  on  the  Promises. 


HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord ! 
s  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 

Vhat  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  he  hath  said? — 
fou,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

5  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee.  Oh  !  be  not  dismayed, 
— 1  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  tln^e  aid ; 

’ll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 
Jpheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand,  [stand, 

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450 


HYMNS. 


3  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  cause  thee  to  g( 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  thee  o’erflow ; 

For  I  will  he  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 

And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  thro’  fiery  trials  thy  path-way  shall  lie, 
My  grace  alUsulftcient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee, — I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  E’en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prov 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still,  in  my  bosom,  be  born( 

6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 

I  will  not,  I  cannot,  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul,  tho’  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake 
1  ’ll  never, — no,  never, — no,  never  forsake. 


c.  M. 


Ccmplaining  of  spiritual  Sloth. 


1  MY  drowsy  powers  !  why  sleep  ye  sol 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 

Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do. 

Yet  nothing ’s  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive ; 

Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t’  obtain, — 
How  negligent  we  live  ! — 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move  : — 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; — 

4  We,  for  whom  God,  the  Son,  came  down, 

And  labored  for  our  good  ; — 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord  !  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts] 

Com..'?,  holy  Dove  !  from  th’  heavenly  hill, 
And  sit  and  w'arm  our  hearts. 

••  6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, — 
Upward  our  souls  shall  rise: 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love,  - 
We  ’ll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


CHRISTIAN 


4^1 


7s  and  6s. 
Desire  for  Heaven. 


1  FROM  every  earthly  pleasure, 
From  every  transient  joy, 

From  every  mortal  treasure 
That  soon  will  fade  and  die  - 
No  longer  these  desiring, 

Upward  our  wishes  tend. 

To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  joys  that  never  end. 


From  every  piercing  sorrow 
That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 
Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away  ; 

On  wings  of  faith  ascending. 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 

And  feel  our  sorrows  ending. 

In  infinite  delight. 

W  ’T  is  true  we  are  but  strangers 
And  pilgrims  here  below, 

And  countless  snares  and  dangers 
Surround  the  path  we  go: 
Though  painful  and  distressing. 
Yet  there ’s  a  rest  above; 

And  onward  still  we’re  pressing, 
To  reach  that  land  of  love. 


)rvo  7s. 

t  t  0  In  Darkness. 

1  ONCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fixed,  no  more  to  move  ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song. 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love : 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little,  then,  myself  1  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan’s  power; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  renew. 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour; 

Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight, — 

Sin  has  turned  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour!  shine,  and  cheer  my  soul. 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive. 


452 


HYMNS. 


Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 
Far  away,  the  tempter  drive; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free, — 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 


L,  M. 

Inconstant  Heart  lainenied. 


1  AH  1  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 

Thus,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour’s  love. 

2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay. 
And  chide  earth’s  vanities  away: 

There ’s  naught  beneath  a  power  divine, 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

3' Jesus  !  to  thee  I  would  return. 

And,  at  thy  feet  repenting,  mourn : 

There  let  me  view  thy  pard’ning  love. 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

4  Oh  !  let  thy  lo\e,  with  sweet  control. 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul ; 

Bid  every  earthly  charm  depart. 

And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 


^7/1  ^  ^ 

I  Secret  Self-Examination. 

1  RETURN,  my  roving  heart  !  return. 

And  chase  those  shadowy  forms  no  more. 
Now  seek,  in  solitude,  to  mourn. 

And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  O  thou  great  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess  ; — 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh. 

And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart. 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide. 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart. 

Till  all  be  cleansed  and  purified. 

4  Oh  !  with  the  visits  of  thy  love. 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer; 

Till  every  grace,  shall  join  to  prove. 

That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  here 


CHRISTIAN. 


C.  M. 

The  Pilgrimage  of  the  Saints. 

1  LORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 

That  yields  us  no  supply,— 

No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy  1 

2  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  : 

But  the  bright  world,  to  which  we  go, 

Is  everlasting  day. 

3  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still,— 

Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 

And  reach  at  Zion’s  hill. 

4  See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates. 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 

There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travelers  home. 

5  There,  on  a  green  and  flowery  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit. 

And,  with  transporting  joys,  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

6  Eternal  glory  to  the  King, 

Who  brought  us  safely  through. 

Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  tossing. 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

c.  M. 

Filial  Submission. 

1  AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 
say— “  My  Father,  God  1”  ^ 

Lord  !  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie. 

And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will. 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise ; 

Let  each  rebellious  thought  be  still. 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom 
And  bid  me  wait  serene  ; 

Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom. 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 


454 


HYMNS. 


4  “  My  Father,  God  permit  my  heart 
To  plead  her  humble  claim, 

And  ask  the  bliss* those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer’s  name. 


c.  M. 

Unfru  itf ulness. 


1  LONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation.  Lord  ! 

But  still,  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place. 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 

How  small  a  portion -of  thy  grace 
My  mern’ry  can  retain ! 


3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 
How  negligent  my  fear ! 

How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 


4  Great  God !  thy  sovereign  power  impart. 

To  give  thy  word  success ; 

Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart. 

And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way. 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ;  * 

There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


s.  M. 

Ingralitude  to  divine  Goodness. 


1  IS  this  the  kind  return  1 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ] 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love. 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 


2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hath  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 

What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we. 

And  God  as  strangely  kind  I 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ;  i 

Break,  sovereign  grace  !  these  hearts  of  stone^ 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 


CHRISTIAN. 


4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes; 
xVnd  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

^  I  c/  »  IZ^^pevtance  in  Vteic  of  divine  Patience. 

1  AND  are  we,  wretches,  yet  alive  I 

And  do  we  yet  rebel  ! 

’T  is  boundless — ’t  is  amazing  love, — 

That  bears  us  up  from  hell! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames; 

And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries — “Forbear!” — • 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays  ; 

And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 

And  weary  out  his  grace! 

4  Lord  !  we  have  long  abu.sed  thy  love, — 

Too  long  indulged  our  sin  ; 

Our  aching  hearts  e’en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lusts!  shall  ye  command; 

No  more  will  we  obey  : ' 

Stretch  out.  O  God  !  thy  conquering  hand 
And  drive  thy  foes  away^ 

c.  M. 

Backslidings  and  Returns. 

1  WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee. 

My  God  !  my  chief  delight! 

Whv  are  my  thoughts  no  more,  by  day,— 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night! 

2  Whv  should  my  foolish  passions  rove! 
Where  can  such  sweetness  be. 

As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, — 

As  I  have  found  in  thee ! 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
The  savor  of  thy  grace. 

My  heart  presumes,  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 


HYMNS. 


456 


381 


4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait,  to  seize  my  taste. 

And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus. 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 

Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross. 

Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

6  Make  haste,  my  days  !  to  reach  the  goal, 

And'bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul, — 

.  My  God,  my  Saviour’s  breast. 

c.  M. 

Watchfulness  and  Prayer. 

ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise. 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 

To  heaven.  Oh  !  let  me  lift  mine  eyes. 
And,  hourly,  watch  and  pray. 

How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 

I  strive  against  my  foes  in  vain, — 

I  sink  amid  my  fears. 

O  Lord  1  increase  my  faith  and  hope. 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up. 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

Oh  !  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 

And  never,  never  let  me  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee." 

L.  M. 

Hardness  of  Heart  lamented. 

1  OH  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day. 

To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away; 

To  rn^lt,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 

This  unrelenting  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  ocean  roar,  the  mountain  shake ; 

All  nature  feels,  and  gives  the  sign ; 

But  not  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 


CHRISTIAN. 


3  Dear  Lordl  the  sorrows,  thou  hast  felt, 
Might  cause  a  heart  of  stone  to  melt ; 
Yet,  I  can  read  each  sacred  line, 

And  nothing  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  power  supreme  the  soul  can  move, 
And  purify,  and  melt  to  love ; 

Come,  Holy  Spirit!  Power  divine! 

Oh  !  come,  subdue  this  heart  of  mine. 


S.  M. 


Dead  to  Sin  by  the  Cross  of  Christ. 


1  SHALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 

Because  Ihy  grace  abounds? 

Or  crucify  the  Lord  again. 

And  open  all  his  wounds? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God ! 

Nor  let  it  e’er  be  said. 

That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more. 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  the  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 


L.  M. 

Faith^  our  Guide. 


1  ’T  IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home. 

Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempr'sts  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abr’am,  by  divine  command. 

Left  his  own  home  to  walk  with  God; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land. 


458 


HYMNS. 


C.  M. 

O  O  0  Faith  of  Things  unseen. 

1  FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  sight; 

Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  times  past,  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home — 

Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 

Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith,  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God’s  almighty  word : 

Abr’am,  to  unknown  countries  led, 

By  faith,  obeyed  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  cit}^  fair  and  high, 

Built  bv  th’  eternal  hands ; 

And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 

That  heavenly  building  stands. 

c.  M. 

The  Power  of  Faith. 

1  FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 

Its  aid,  in  every  duty,  brings. 

And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 
The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer. 

And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign  ; 

And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 

Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

4  It  shows  the  precious  promise,  sealed 
With  the  Redeemer’s  blood ; 

And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  .‘ffaithful  God. 

5  There — there  unshaken  would  I  rest. 

Till  this  vile  body  dies; 

And  then,  on  faith’s  triumphant  wings, 

To  endless  glory  rise. 


CHRISTIAN. 


459 


387 


C.  M 

Justification ;  or,  Laic  and  Grace. 


1  VAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built ; — 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions,  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm’ring  word  ; 

And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God’s  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now  : 

Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 

Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus  !  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 

Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

|00  L.  M. 

•  'The  Value  of  Christ  anil  his  liighteous'ness. 

1  NO  more, — my  God  !  I  boast  no  more, 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done; 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before. 

To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name. 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame,  • 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must,  and  will,  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus’  sake ; 

Oh  !  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him. 

And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dit^res  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
i>ut  faith  can  answer  thy  demands. 

By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


389 


1  FAR  from  the  world,  O  Lord  !  I  flee,— 
From  strife  and  tumult  far : 


460 


HYMNS. 


From  scenes,  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 

And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty,  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul. 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

Oh  !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love 
She  then  communes  with  God. 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 

Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song. 

Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, — 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, — 

And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
Blest  Saviour  I — thou  art  mine. 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love 

And  praise,  an  endless  store. 

Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


9  Privileges  of  Adoption. 

1  BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  ; 

Thev  are  bought  with  Jesus’  blood ; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave ; — 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have: 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be. 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace  ; 

They  enjoy  the  Saviour’s  peace ; 

All  their  sins  are  washed  away ; 

They  shall  stand  in  God’s  great  day: 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be. 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace. 

In  the  works  of  righteousness ; 

They  are  harmless,  me('k  and  mild 
Holy,  blameless,  undefiled : 


CHRISTIAN. 


461 


With  them  numbered  may  we  be 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, — 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth, — 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  :  , 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity, 


c.  M. 


Hope  of  Heaven  through  Christ. 


1  BLEST  be  the  everlasting  God. 

The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, — 

His  majesty  adored. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  called  him  to  the  sky. 

He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust ; 

Yet,  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rose, 

So  all  his  followers  must. 

4  There ’s  an  inheritance  divine. 

Reserved  against  that  day  ; ' 

^Tis  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 

And  cannot  waste  away. 

5  Saints,  by  the  power  of  God,  are  kept 

Till  the  salvation  come ; 

We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here. 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 


392. 


S.  M. 


Adoption. 


1  BEHOLD  !  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed, 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race. 

To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

2  ’T  is  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 

The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  king, — 
God’s  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made : 


39* 


462 


HYMNS. 


But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 

We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope,  so  much  divine, 

May  trials  well  endure ; 

May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If,  in  my  Father’s  love, 

I  share  a  filial  part. 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove. 

To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie. 

Like  slaves,  beneath  the  throne  ; 

Our  faith  shall— “Abba,  Father  I” — cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

Q  O  Q  c.  M. 

O  «-/  O  •  Tht  Fearful  encouraged. 

1  YE  trembling  souls  !  dismiss  your  fears, 

Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 

Mercy — which,  like  a  river,  flows, 

In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell ; — 

Those  powers  will  God  restrain ; 

His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 

And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good  ; 

For  his  he  will  provide. 

Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 

And  all  they  need  beside. 

4  Fear  nol  that  he  will  e’er  forsake. 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 

He ’s  faithful  to  his  promises. 

And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Nor  death’s  tremendous  sting; 

He  will,  from  endless  wrath,  preserve — 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

c.  M. 

Saints  in  the  Hands  of  Christ. 

1  FIRM  as  the  earth,  thy  gospel  stands, 

My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust ! 


CHRISTIAN. 


463 


If  I  am  found  in  Jesus’  hands, 

My  soul  can  ne’er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep  ; 

All,  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  e’er  remove 

His  fav’rites  from  his  breast ; 

In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love, 

They  must  for  ever  rest 


L.  M. 

Hope  in  the  Covenant. 


1  HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  dove, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 


2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace ; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word. 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise. 


3  Amid  temptations,  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 

Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong. 
While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 


4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up  ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 

In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 


L.  M. 

Security  of  the  Saints. 


1  WHO  shall  the  Lord’s  elect  condemn  ] — 

’T  is  God,  who  justifies  their  souls  ; 

And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 

O’er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? — 

’T  is  Christ,  who  suffered  in  their  stead, 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  him,  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  ! — he  lives,  and  reigns  above. 

For  ever  interceding  there  ; 


464 


HYMNS. 


397, 


Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  1 — 

Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  1 

4  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below^ 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our  love 

Ss,  7s  and  4. 

God,  the  Pilgrivt^s  Guide 

1  GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand 
Bread  of  heaven  ! 

Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord  !  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow  ; 

Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  deliverer  I 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Death  of  death,  and  hell’s  destruction  t 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan’s  side  : 

Songs  of  praises — 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee, 

QQQ  c.  M. 

^  ^  ^  •  Joys  departed. 

1  SWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour’s  pard’ning  blood. 

Applied. to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God, 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed. 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 

And,  when  the  evening-shade  prevailedy 
His  love  was  all  mv  sons:. 

3  In  prayer,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lordr 

And  .saw  his  giory  shine  ; 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 

1  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now%  when  evening-shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 


CHRISTIAN. 

And,  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Saviour  ’.—help  me  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 

I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail, — 

Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

c.  M. 

Seeking  God. 

1  OH  !  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
Where  I  might  find  my  God ; 

I  ^d  spread  my  wants  before  his  face. 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  1  ’d  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise,— 
What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 

How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies. 
And  leave  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I ’d  take 
To  wrestle  with  my  God ; 

1  ’d  plead  for  his  own  mercy’s  sake. 
And  for  my  Saviour’s  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints. 

And  heal  my  broken  bones ; 

He  lakes  the  meaning  of  his  saints,— 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul  !  from  deep  distress, 
And  banish  every  fear  ; 

He  calls  thee,  to  his  throne  of  grace 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

c.  M. 

Wcdking  with  God. 

1  OH  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame,— 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  I 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  1 
*  Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word! 

3  What  peaceful  hours  1  once  enjoyed! 
♦  How  sweet  their  mem’ry  still ! 


399. 


466 


HYMNS 


But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  1  have  known, — 

Whate’er  that  idol  be, — 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


7s. 

Love  to  Christ, 


1  HARK  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 

’T  is  thy  Saviour — hear  his  word  ; 

Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, — 
“Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me] 

2  “I  delivered  thee,  when  bound. 

And,  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right. 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  “  Can  a  woman’s  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare! 

Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  “Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 

Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 

Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 

Free  and  faithlul — strong  as  death. 

5  “Thou  shall  see  my  glory  soon, 

When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; — 

Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me  V* 

6  Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 

That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 

Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, — 

Oh  I  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 


CHRISTIAN. 


402. 


C.  M. 

Lcwe  to  Christ. 


1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lordl  ■ 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see ; 

And  turn  each  hateful  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee,  from  my  soull 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 
Which  thou  dost  not  approve. 


3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  1 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat 
My  Saviour’s  voice  to  hear  1 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  1 
Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face, 

I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  1 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name, 

And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th’  immortal  flame ! 

6  Thou  knowest  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  I 

But  Oh  !  I  long  to  soar, 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 

That  I  may  love  thee  more. 


s.  M. 

Christian  Watchfulness. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : — 


2  To  serve  the  present  age. 

My  calling  to  fulfill,’ — 

Oh !  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master’s  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care. 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 

And  Oh  !  thy  servant.  Lord  !  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

p^4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
j  And  on  thyself  rely, — 


4G8 


HYMNS 


Assured,  if  I  my  trusl  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 


404. 


C.  M. 


Seeking  a  Rest. 


1  WE  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 

In  everlasting  day ; 

Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage  lies. 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 

2  The  swelling  flood,  and  raging  flame, 

Hear  and  obey  his  word  : 

Then  let  us  triumph  in  his  name, — 

Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 


C.  M.  Double. 
Sinai  and  Zion. 


1  NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; — 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word, 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  ; — 

But  we  are  come  to  Zion’s  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 

Where  milder  words  declare  his  wih 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

2  Behold  th’  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light ! 

Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 

Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 
Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven  i 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  every  sin  forgiven. 

3  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 

All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head. 
And  of  his  grace  partake : 

In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest : 

The  man  who  dwells  where  Jesus  is. 
Must  be  for  ever  blest. 

on  ® 

XJyJ*  Tiie  vigilant  Servant. 

1  YE  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 

Each  in  his  office  wait ; 


CHRISTIAN. 


469 


With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame ;  ^ 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch — ’t  is  your  Lord’s  command ; 

And  while  we  speak,  he ’s  near : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  Oh  :  happy  servant  he, 

In  sucli  a  posture  found ! 

He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see. 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


407 


S.  M. 

^  ^  Watching  and  Praying. 

r'MY  soul !  be  on  thy  guard. 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 


2  Oh !  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray 

The  battle  ne’er  give  o’er ; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day. 

And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne’er  think  the  vicl’ry  won. 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 

Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 


4:l08#  Desiring  the  Presence  of  God. 

1  HEAR,  gracious  God  1  my  humble  moan, 

'  To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs ; 

When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone, 
And  when  my  joys  arise  1 

2  My  God  !  Oh  !  could  I  make  the  claim, 

‘My  Father  and  my  friend,— 

And  call  thee  mine,  by  every  name, 

On  which  thy  saints  depend;— 

3  By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat; 

Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove. 
Nor  leave  thy  mercy-seat. 

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HYMNS. 


470 


4  Yet,  though  my  soul  in  d^trkness  mourns, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  st.iy  ; 

Here  I  would  rest  till  light  returns  ; — 

Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

5  Speak,  Lord  !  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 

OH  !  smile  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 

And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

6  Then,  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise 

And  bless  the  healing  rays  ; 

And  change  these  deep,  complaining  sighs, 
To  songs  of  sacred  praise. 


C.  M. 

Submission. 


1  O  LORD  !  my  best  desires  fulfill, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will. 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command! 

Thy  love  forbids  my  fears  ; 

Why  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand. 
That  wipes  away  my  tears! 

3  No, — let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee ; 

Thou  never  hast  a  good  withheld. 

Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through. 

Shall  be  my  rich  supply ; 

What  more  I  want,  or  think  I  do. 

Let  wisdom  still  deny. 


s.  M. 

Restoration  to  Health. 


1  KINDLY  the  Lord  appeared 

In  nature’s  trying  hour; 

His  love  my  sinking  spirit  cheered 
I  felt  his  strengthening  power. 

2  He  found  me  on  the  bed 

Of  languishing  and  pain  ; 

And  bade  me  lean  on  him  my  head. 
Nor  seek  his  aid  in  vain. 


CHRISTIAN. 


471 


3  I  saw  his  mighty  arm 

Stretched  o’er  the  rolling  wave ; 

He  snatched  my  life  from  threatening  harm, 
And  showed  his  power  to  save. 

4  How,  then,  can  I  refuse 

The  glad  and  grateful  strain? 

The  Lord  my  wasted  strength  renews, 

And  makes  me  well  again. 

5  Oh  !  may  my  future  days 

My  gratitude  display ; 

Nor  speak  alone,  but  live  thy  praise. 
Through  each  revolving  day. 


c.  M. 


Sickness  and  Recovery. 


1  MY  God  !  thy  service  well  demands 

The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renewed, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise? 

2  Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 

When  life  was  hovering  o’er  the  grave. 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 

3  Calmly  I  bowed  my  fainting  head, 

On  thy  dear  faithful  breast ; 

Pleased  to  obey  my  Father’s  call 

To  his  eternal  rest. 

/ 

4  Into  thy  hands,  my  Saviour-God! 

Did  I  my  soul  resign. 

In  firm  reliance  on  that  truth 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave. 

At  thy  command  I  come  ; 

Nor  will  I  ask  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  thou  appointest  mine  abode. 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 

For,  in  thy  presence  death  is  life. 

And  earth  is  heaven  with  thee. 


7s. 

The  Mind  that  was  in  ChrUt. 


1  FATHER  of  eternal  grace  ! 
Glorify  thyself  in  me  ; 


472 


HYMNS. 


Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 

May  the  world  thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

PooV,  unfriended,  or  unknown ; 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, — 
Stay  my  heart  on  thee  alone. 

3  Humble,  holy,  all-resigned 

To  thy  will : — thy  will  be  done  I 
Give  me.  Lord  !  the  perfect  mind 
Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss. 

May  I  tread  the  path  he  trod  ; 

Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, — 

Rise  with  him,  to  thee,  my  God  ! 


L  M. 

Holiness  and  Grace. 


1  SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel,  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shino, 

To  prove  the  doctrine  all-divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour-God  ; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within. 

And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up. 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, — 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 


c.  M. 


Hope  in  Affliction. 


1  WHEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain. 

How  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last. 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain  ! 

2  ’T  is  not  that  murm’ring  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Father’s  will ; 

’T  is  not  that  meek  submission  flies. 
And  would  not  suffer  still  ; — 

3  It  is  that  heaven-taught  faith  surveys 

The  path  to  realms  of  light. 

And  longs  her  eagle-plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 


CHRISTIAN. 


47S 


4  It  is  that  hope  with  ardor  glows 
To  see  him  face  to  face, 

Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace. 


5  It  is  that  harrassed  conscience  feels 

The  pangs  of  struggling  sin  ; 

Sees,  though  afar,  the  hand  that  heals 
And  ends  her  war  within. 

6  Oh  !  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight, 

From  earth-born  wo  and  care. 

And  soar  beyond  these  realms  of  night. 
My  Saviour’s  bliss  to  share. 


C.  L.  M. 

Faith  struggling  in  Darkness. 


1  OH  !  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still, 

While  darkness  veils  the  sky  ; 

And  wait  thy  wise,  thy  holy  will, 

Wrapt  yet  in  mystery  : 

I  cannot.  Lord  !  thy  purpose  see, 

But  all  is  well  since  ruled  by  thee. 

2  Thus  trusting  in  thy  love,  I  tread 

The  path  of  duty  on  : 

What  though  some  cherished  joys  are  fled. 
Some  flattering  dreams  are  gone  1 
Yet  purer,  brighter  joys  remain  ; 

Why  should  my  spirit  then  complain  7 


c.  M. 

Presence  of  God  in  A  fflictions. 


1  THY  gracious  presence,  O  my  God  I 
Can  soothe  my  inward  pains: 
With  this,  beneath  affliction’s  load, 
My  heart  no  more  complains. 


2  This  can  my  every  care  control. 

And  gild  each  scene  with  light ; 

This  is  the  sunshine  of  the  soul : 

Without  it,  all  is  night. 

3  My  Lord  \  my  Life !  Oh  !  cheer  my  heart, 

With  thy  reviving  ray  ; 

Oh  I  bid  these  mournful  shades  depart, 
And  bring  the  dawn  of  day. 

4  Oh  !  happy  scenes  of  pure  delight. 

Where  thy  full  beams  arise  : 

40* 


474 


HYMNS. 


Unclouded  beauty  to  the  sight, — 

Sweet  rapture  and  surprise  ! 

5  Lord  !  shall  these  breathings  of  my  heart 

Aspire,  in  vain,  to  thee  1 
Confirm  my  hope,  that,  where  thou  art, 

I  shall  for  ever  be. 

6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  spirit  sing 

The  darkest  hours  away. 

And  rise,  on  fiith’s  expanding  wing, 

To  everlasting  day. 


L.  M. 


Submission  to  the  Will  of  God. 


1  WAIT,  O  my  soul !  thy  Maker’s  will  ; 
Tumultuous  passions  !  all  be  still ! 

Nor  let  a  murm’ring  thought  arise, — 

His  ways  are  just, — his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work, — the  cause  conceals  ; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown. 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  Wait  then,  my  soul !  submissive  wait, — 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat : 

Mid  all  the  terrors  of  his  rod. 

Still  trust  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


c.  M. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 


1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 

A  foll’wer  of  the  Lamb  ] 

And  shall  I  tear  to  own  his  cause. 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name] 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ] 

"  Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ] 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ] 

3  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 

I  ’ll  bear  the  toil — endure  the  pain, — 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

4  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 


CHRISTIAN. 


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They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thine  armies  shine, 

In  robes  of  vict’ry,  through  the  skies, — 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


c,  M. 

Christian  Assurance. 


1  I’M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 

Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word,— 

The  glory  of  his  cross. 

*.  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name ; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame. 

Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I ’ve  committed  to  his  hands,  , 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  his  Father’s  face, 

And,  in  the  New-Jerusalem, 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


7s. 

The  three  Mounts. 


1  WHEN  on  Sinai’s  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  majesty. 

To  proclaim  his  holy  law, — 

All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When  in  ecstacy  sublime, 
Tabor’s  glorious  steep  I  climb. 
At  the  too-transporting  light. 
Darkness  rushes  o’er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 

God,  in  flesh  made  manifest. 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer’s  face. 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here,  I  would  for  ever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away , 


476 


Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me,— 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary ! 

1  8s  and  7s. 

•  Hope  in  God  encouraged. 

1  WHY,  when  storms  around  you  gather, 

Should  your  trembling  spirit  sink] 
Look  to  God,  your  heavenly  Father, 

And  of  his  sweet  promise  think. 

2  Fancy  will  be  often  painting 

Scenes,  in  dark  and  fearful  shade : 

Yet  why  should  thy  soul  be  fainting. 

Of  prospective  woes  afraid  ] 

3  Cease  that  dark  anticipation  ! 

Still  let  love  and  faith  abound ; 

For  the  day  of  tribulation, 

Strength  sufficient  will  be  found. 

4  God  is  love,  and  will  not  leave  you. 

When  you  most  his  kindness  need ; 

God  is  true — nor  can  deceive  you, _ 

Though  your  faith  be  weak  indeed. 

8s. 

The  Promise  of  God  sure. 

1  HOW  sweet  on  thy  bosom  to  rest, 

When  nature’s  affliction  is  near  ! 

The  soul  that  can  trust  thee  is  blest, — 
Thy  smiles  bring  deliverance  from  fear 
The  Lord  has,  in  kindness,  declared. 

That  those  who  will  trust  in  his  name. 
Shall  in  the  sharp  conflict  be  spared. 

His  mercy  and  love  to  proclaim. 

2  This  promise  shall  be,  to  my  soul, 

A  messenger  sent  from  the  skies, — 

An  anchor  when  billows  shall  roll _ 

A  refuge  when  tempests  arise : 

O  Saviour  !  the  promise  fulfill. 

Its  comfort  impart  to  my  mind. 

Then  calmly  I  ’ll  bow  to  thy  will, — 

To  the  cup  of  affliction  resigned. 


CHRISTIAN. 


477 


C  P.  M. 

Resignation. 

1  O  LORD  !  in  sorrow  I  resign,  ' 

And  bow  to  that  dear  hand  of  thine, — 
While  vet  the  rod  appears ; 

That  hand  can  wipe  these  streaming  eyes, 
Or,  into  smiles  of  glad  surprise, 

Transform  these  falling  t(tars. 

2  My  sole  possession  is  thy  love ; 

On  earth  beneath,  in  heaven  above, 

I  have  no  other  store : 

And  though,  with  fervor,  now  I  pray 
And  importune  thee  night  and  dav--- 
I  cannot  ask  for  more. 

C.  L.  M. 

Submission  in  Trials. 

1  WHEN  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 

In  trial’s  fearful  hour, — 

Bow  all  resigned  beneath  his  rod, 

And  bless  his  sparing  power 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress,— 

A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

2  Oh  !  to  be  brought  to  Jesus’  feet, 

Though  trials  fix  me  there. 

Is  still  a  privilege  most  sweet; 

For  he  will  hear  my  prayer ; 

Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
The  Lord  is  nigh  to  answer  me. 

3  Then,  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes ; 

Blessed  be  he  who  smites  to  save. 

Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks : 

Perfect  and  true  are  all  his  ways. 

Whom  heaven  adores  and  death  obeys. 

✓ 


C.  M. 

Depending  on  Grace. 


1  AMAZING  grace  !— how  sweet  the  sound. 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, — 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


HYMNS. 


478 

2  ’T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 

The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 

’T  is  grace  hath  brought  me  safe  thus  far. 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yea — when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease ; 

I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

m 

5  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 

But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 

Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

\J  «  Submission  in  Trials. 

1  MY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy. 

Great  God !  are  in  thy  hand ; 

My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee. 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  should’st  take  them  all  away. 

Yet  would  I  not  repine  ; 

Before  they  were  possessed  by  me. 

They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murrn’ring  word. 

Though  the  whole  world  were  gone, 

But  seek  enduring  happiness, 

In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 


PBAYER. 


c.  M. 

Habitual  Devotion. 

I  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  ! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 


PRAYER. 


479 


2  Tliy  love  the  power  of  thoue^ht  bestowed  ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ;  ^ 

Thy  mercy  o’er  my  life  has  flowed, — 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 

Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days. 

In  every  pain  1  bear. 

My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise. 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour 

d'hy  love  my  breast  shall  fill ; 

Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower. 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear. 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, — 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 


7s. 


A  Blessing  humbly  requested. 


1  LORD  !  we  come  before  thee  now  ; 

At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

Oh  !  do  not  our  suit  disduin  ; — 

Shall  we  seek  thee.  Lord  !  in  vain  I 

2  Lord  !  on  thee  our  souls  depend. 

In  compassion,  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace  ; 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way. 

Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
Lord  !  we  know  not  how  to  go. 

Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message,  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  aflbrd  ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn ; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 


I 


480 


HYMNS. 


Those,  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant,  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee,  a  God  supremely  kind  : 

Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free — 

Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 


L.  M. 


Forgiveness  sought. 


1  FORGIVE  us.  Lord  !  to  thee  we  cry, 

Forgive  us  through  thy  matchless  grace  I 
On  thee  alone  our  souls  rely. 

Be  thou  our  strength  and  righteousness. 

2  Forgive  thou  us,  as  we  forgive 

The  ills  we  suffer  from  our  foes ; 

Restore  us.  Lord  I  and  bid  us  live ; 

Oh  i  let  us  in  thine  arms  repose. 

3  Forgive  us,  for  our  guilt  is  great, 

Our  wretched  souls  no  merit  claim ; 

For  sovereign  mercy  still  we  wait. 

And  ask  but  in  the  Saviour’s  name. 

4  Forgive  us, — O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Thou  risen — thou  exalted  Lord  ! 

Thou  great  High-Priest !  our  souls  redeem, 
And  speak  the  pardon-sealing  word. 


C.  M. 

77ie  God  of  Bethel. 


1  O  GOD  of  Bethel !  bv  whose  hand 


Thy  people  still  are  fed. 

Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  : — 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present. 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  : 

God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life, 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 

And  raiment  fit  provide. 


PRAYER. 


4  Oh  !  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father’s  loved  abode, 

Our  souls  arrive  in  peace.  ^ 

5  Such  blessings,  from  thy  gracious  hand. 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 

And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, — 
Our  portion  evermore. 


7s. 

Christ’s  Presence  invoked. 


1  LIGHT  of  life  ! — seraphic  fire  ! — 

Lo  ve  divine  ! — thyself  impart ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 

Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 

2  Every  mourning  sinner  cheer; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  : 
Saviour — Son  of  God  !  appear  ; 

To  thy  living  temples  come. 

3  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  . 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power — 
Rooting  out  the  love  of  sin. 

4  Nothing  more  can  we  require. 

We  will  covet  nothing  less ; 

Be  thou  all  our  heart’s  desire, — 

All  cur  joy  and  all  our  peace. ' 


c.  M. 

The  Nature  of  Prayer. 


1  PRAYER  is  the  soul’s  sincere  desire. 
Uttered  or  unexpressed; 

The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 


2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, — 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 


3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; — 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

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HYMNS. 


4  Prayer  is  the  Christian’s  vital  breath, 

The  Christian’s  native  air ; 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner’s  voice. 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 

While  angels,  in  their  songs,  rejoice, 
And  cry, — “  Behold  he  prays  1” 

6  O  1'hou  !  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, — 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod 
Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


7i. 

Sin  bewailed. 


1  COME,  my  soul !  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray  ; 

Rise,  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; — 

Lord  !  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 

Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt. 

Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There,  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And,  without  a  rival,  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 

Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

Be  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend  ; — 
Lead  me  to  my  journey’s  end. 

5  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do. 

Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 

Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith. 


Let  me  die  thy  people’s  death. 

C.  M. 


Prayer  fur  needed  Grace. 


1  FATHER  !  whate’er  of  earthly  bliss, 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted,  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise  : — 


PRAYER. 


2  “Give  us  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  us  live  to  thee. 

3  “  Let  the  sweet  hope,  that  we  are  thine, 

Our  life  and  death  attend  ; 

Thy  presence  through  our  journey  shine 
And  crown  our  journey’s  end.” 

Q  ^  C.  M. 

Seeking  God. 

1  AUTHOR  of  good  !  to  thee  we  turn  ; 

Thine  ever-wakeful  eye 
Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern, — 

Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  Oh  !  let  thy  love  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  fear  our  footsteps  guide  ; 

That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, — 
That  fear,  all  fears  beside. 

3  Not  what  we  wish — but  what  we  want. 

Let  mercy  still  supply  ; 

The  good  wo  ask  not.  Father !  grant ; 
The  ill  we  ask — deny. 


c.  M. 


Prayer  for  Wisdom. 


1  ALMIGHTY  God  !  in  humble  prayer, 

To  thee  our  souls  we  lift ; 

Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift.  ♦ 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth, 

Along  our  path  to  flow  ; 

We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 

Nor  length  of  years  below  : — 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 

We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray  : — 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom  ; — Lord  !  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live : 

A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

To  all  thy  servants  give  ; — 


HiMNS. 


484 

5 


The  young — remember  thee  in  youth, 
Before  the  evil  days ! 

The  old— be  guided  by  thy  truth, 

In  wisdom’s  pleasant  ways  ! 


c.  M. 

Prayer  for  Sincerity. 


1  LORD  !  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 
And  our  confessions  pour, 

Oh  !  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 

And  hate  what  we  deplore. 


2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see 

True  penitence  impart ; 

And  let  a  healing  ray,  from  thee. 

Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

Oh  !  let  our  wills  resign  ; 

And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 

-  Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

*  4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

W  .  And  waft  it  to  the  skies  ; 

^  i  And  teach  our  hearts — ’t  is  goodness  still 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 


S.  M. 

Christ  will  hear  Prayer. 


^  1  JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 

■*  Invites  us,  all  our  griets  to  tell, 
’rt  pray,  and  never  faint. 


2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear, — 

'  We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 

^  ®  Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 

T  And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

«  ,  .  His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 

**  Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 

4  He  ’ll  help  them  from  on  high. 


4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry. 

And  never  faint  in  prayer , 

He  sees,  he  hears,  and,  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 


i 


PRAYER. 


The  Presence  of  Christ  implored. 


L.  M. 


1  WHERE  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace. 

And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise  ; — 

2  There  will  the  gracious  Saviour  be, 

To  bless  the  little  company  ; — 

There,  to  unveil  his  smiling  face. 

And  bid  his  glories  fill  the  place. 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  O  Lord  ! 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  ; 

Now  send  the  Spirit  from  above. 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 


L.  M. 


The  Lord's  Prayer. 


1  Fx\THER,  adored  in  worlds  above  ! 

Thy  glorious  name  be  hallowed  still ; 
Thy  kingdom  come,  with  power  and  love 
And  earth,  like  heaven,  obey  thy  will. 

2  Lord  !  make  our  daily  wants  thy  care, 

F6rgive  the  sins  that  we  forsake  ; 

Oh  !  let  us  in  thy  kindness  share, 

As  fellow-men  of  ours  partake. 

3  Evils  beset  us  every  hour; — 

Thy  kind  protection  we  implore  : 

Thine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, — 
Be  thine  the  glory  evermore. 


S.  M. 


The  Lord's  Prayer. 


1  OUR  heavenly  Father  !  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now  ; — 

“Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near. 
To  thee  all  nations  bow ! 

2  “  Thy  kingdom  come  : — Thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love. 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  “Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While,  by  thy  word,  we  live : 


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486 


HYMNS. 


I 


The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  “From  dark  temptation’s  power, — 

From  Satan’s  wiles  defend: 

Deliver,  in  the  evil  hour. 

And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  “  Thine,  then,  for  ever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine: 

The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine.” 

6  Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray. 

By  thy  beloved  Son, 

Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say, 
“Alf  for  his  sake  be  done  !” 


442. 


S.  M. 

Coming  boldly  to  the  Throne  of  Grace 

1  BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace! 

The  promise  calls  us  near  ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 


2  That  rich  atoning  blood. 

Which  sprinkled  round  we  see. 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  Thine  image.  Lord  !  bestow. 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love ; 

We  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below. 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 

4  Teach  us  to  live  by  faith. 

Conform  our  will  to  thine  ; 

Let  us  victorious  be  in  death. 

And,  then,  in  glory  shine. 

5  If  thou  these  blessings  give, 

And  wilt  our  portion  be. 

All  worldly  joys  we  ’ll  cheerful  leavfe 
And  lind  our  heaven  in  thee. 


7s. 

Pleading  with  God. 

% 

1  LORD  !  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 


PRAYER. 


487 


Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 

Mine ’s  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Once,  a  sinner  near  despair 
Sought  thy  mercy-seal  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, — 
Lord  !  that  mercv  came  to  me. 

3  Many  days  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; — 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou] 

4  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need — 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 

After  so  much  mercy  past, 

Caiist  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  1 

5  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 

’T  is  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

Since  1  plead  for  Jesus’  sake. 


REVIVAL. 


444. 


L.  M. 

77ie  Sun  of  Righteousness. 


1  O  SUN  of  righteousness  '.  arise. 

With  gentle  beams  on  Zion  shine  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  eyes. 
And  souls  awake  4o  life  divine. 


2  On  all  around,  let  grace  descend. 

Like  heavenly  dew,  or  copious  showers ; 
That  we  may  call  our  God  ouf  friend, — 
That  we  rnay  hail  salvation  ours. 


c.  M. 

Prayer  for  a  Revival. 


1  O  LORD  !  thy  work  revive 

In  Zion’s  gloomy  hour  ; 

And  let  our  dying  graces  live. 
By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  Oh  !  let  thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer; 


488 


HYMNS. 


Their  solemn  vows  again  renew. 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 


3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  sj>eak, 

Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 

Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, — 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear, 

Now  listen  to  our  cry  ; 

Oh  !  come,  and  bring  salvation  near ; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 


L.  M. 

Wteping  ocer  Sinners. 


1  ARISE,  my  tenderest  thoughts  !  arise; 
Dissolve  in  grief,  my  streaming  eyes! 
And  thou,  my  heart  !  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heaL 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame; 

See  scandal  poured  on  Jesus’  name ; 
The  Father  wounded,  through  the  Son, 
The  world  abused, — the  soul  undone  ! 


3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
Closing  in  everlasting  night, 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know. 
Though  bitter  tears  for  ever  flow  ! 

4  My  God !  I  feel  the  mournful  scene. 
And  yearn  with  grief  o’er  dying  men  ; 
While  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim 
Souls  that  may  perish  in  the  flame. 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 

And  can  but  weep,  where  most  it  loves 
Thine  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 


H.  M. 

Tlie  Jubilee  proclaimed. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet ! — blow, — 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 

Let  alTthe  nations  know. 

To  earth’s  remotest  bound, — 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners!  home. 


REVIVAL. 


489 


2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, — 

.  The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  1  home. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell ! 

Your  liberty  receive : 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 

And  blest  in  J(^sus  live: 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  home. 

4  The  gospel-trumpet  hear,  ' 

The  news  of  pard’ning  grace : 

Ye  happy  souls  !  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Saviour’s  face  : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners !  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  : 

Ye  weary  spirits  !  rest. 

Ye  mourning  souls  !  be  glad: 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  home. 


L.  M. 


Hope  in  Times  of  Darkness. 


1  WHILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, — 

“  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  “Though  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 

Rely  upon  my  love  and  power ; 

Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  “Take  down  thy  long-negkcted  harp, 

I ’ve  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayer, 
The  winter-season  has  been  sharp. 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair.” 

4  Lord  !  I  obey, — my  hopes  revive  ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints  !  and  sing : 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive. 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 


490 


HYMNS. 


449. 


L.  M. 


TVje  Vision  of  dry  Bones, 


1  LOOK  down,  O  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye. 

See  Adana’s  race  in  ruin  lie : 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o’er  the  ground. 

And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  dead  awake  and  live? 

And  can  these  perished  bones  revive? 

That,  mighty  God  !  to  thee  is  known  ; 

That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 

To  prophesy  upon  the  slain. 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, — 

Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe. 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death , 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice, — 

They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

I  5  So  when  thy  trumpet’s  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens  and  rend  the  ground,. 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 

And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 


Rejoicing  in  o.  Revival. 


1  O  ZION !  tune  thy  voice. 

And  raise  thy  hands  on  high ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys. 

And  boast  salvation  nigh  ; 
Cheerful  in  God 
Arise  and  shine. 

While  ravs  divine 
Stream  all  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade; 
His  all -resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head; 
The  nations  round. 

Thy  form  shall  view. 

With  lustre  new. 

Divinely  crowned. 


REVIVAL. 


3  In  honour  to  his  name, 

Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 

And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright ; 
Pursue  his  praise. 

Till  sovereign  love. 

In  worlds  above. 

The  glory  raise.  r 

4  There,  on  his  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise. 

And,  with  his  radiance,  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies; 

While,  round  his  throne. 

Ten  thousand  stars. 

In  nobler  spheres. 

His  influence  own. 

yj  ^-1  8s  and  7s. 

JL  »  Prayer  fur  a  Revival. 

1  SAVIOUR!  visit  thy  plantation  ; 

Grant  us.  Lord  1  a  gracious  rain  ; 

All  will  come  to  desolation. 

Unless  thou  return  again, 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; — 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high. 

Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

'  Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent. 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 

Let  each  one,  esteemed  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world’s  enticing  snares. 

4  Break  the  tempter’s  fatal  power ; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 

And  begin,  from  this  good  hour. 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

8s  and  7s. 

/C01 9  Future  Peace  and  Glory  of  Zion. 

I  HEAR  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken 
“O  my  people  !  faint  and  few. 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, — 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  : 

Scenes  of  heart-felt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways : 


492 


HYMNS. 


You  shall  name  your  walls — Salvation, — ^ 
And  your  gales  shall  all  be  praise.’* 

2  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden^ 

Pleasures,  without  end,  shall  flow  ; 

For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding. 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow : 

Still,  in  undisturbed  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression — 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

3  Ye,  no  more  your  suns  declining, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see ; 
But,  your  griefs  for  ever  ending. 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me : 

God  will  rise,  and,  shining  o’er  you. 
Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night; 

He,  the  Lord,  will  be  your  glory, — 

God  your  everlasting  light. 


7s. 


Winning  Souls. 


1  WOULD  you  win  a  soul  to  God? 

Tell  him  of  a  Saviour’s  blood. 

Once  for  dying  sinners  spilt. 

To  atone  for  all  their  guilt. 

2  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide, 
From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, — 

How  his  head,  with  thorn.s,  was  crowned, 
And  his  heart  in  sorrow  drowned  : — 

3  How  he  yielded  up  his  breath. 

How  he  agonized  in  death. 

How  he  lives  to  intercede, — 

Christ,  our  advocate  and  head. 

4  Tell  him, — it  was  sovereign  grace  . 

Led  thee  first  to  seek  his  face  ; 

Made  t'hee  choose  the  better  part. 
Wrought  salvation  in  thy  heart. 

5  Tell  him  of  that  liberty 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free ; 

Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven, 

Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 


REVIVAL. 


493 


^  A  8s,  7s  and  4. 

Fountain  of  Life. 

1  SEE,  from  Zion’s  sacred  mountain, 

Streams  of  living  water  flow  ! 

God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  plains  below  ; 

They  are  blessed, 

Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels,  flowing 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way  ; 

Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay  : 

O  ye  nations ! 

Hail  the  long-expected  day^ 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure. 

All-enriching  as  it  goes ; 

Lo,  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, > — 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose : 

Every  object 

Sings  for  joy  where’er  it  flows. 

4  Trees  of  life,  the  banks  adorning, 

Yield  their  fruit  to  all  around ; 

Those  who  eat  are  saved  from  mourning, 
Pleasure  comes,  and  hopes  abound ; 
Fair  their  portion  ! — 

Endless  life,  with  glory  crowned. 


ORDINANCES. 


c.  M. 


Christ  receiving  Children. 


1  SEE  Israel’s  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 

With  all-engaging  charms ! 

Hark  I  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  “Permit  them  to  approach,”  he  cries, 

“Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 

-For ’t  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these. 
The  Lord  of  angels  came.” 


42 


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494 


HYMNS. 


3  We  bring  them,  Lord  !  in  thankful  nands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 

Joyful  that  vve  ourselves  are  thine, — 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock  !  with  pleasure  hear, — 

Ye  children  !  seek  his  face  ; 

And  fly,  with  transports,  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind. 

Thy  guardian  care  w’e  trust ; — 

That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
If  weeping  o’er  their  dust. 


L.  M. 


Infant  Baptism. 


1  O  LORD  1  encouraged  by  thy  grace. 

We  bring  our  infant  to  thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  within  thy  heart  a  place, 

Let  it  be  thine,  and  thine  atone. 

2  Wash  it  from  every  stain  of  guilt, 

And  let  this  child  be  sanctifled ; 

Lord  !  thou  canst  cleanse  it,  if  thou  wilt, 
And  all  its  native  evils  hide. 

3  We  ask  not,  for  it,  earthly  bliss, 

Or  earthly  honors,  wealth  or  fame : 
The  sum  of  our  request  is  this — 

That  it  may  love  and  fear  thy  name. 

4  This  infant,  we  by  faith  commit 

To  thy  kind  love  and  guardian  care ; 
We  lay  it  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

He  will  not  let  it  perish  there. 

c.  M. 

itJ  i  •  The  promise  to  Abraliavi. 

1  HOW  large  the  promise — how  divine. 

To  Abra’m  and  his  seed  ! 

“I  ’ll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine. 
Supplying  all  their  need.” 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love. 

From  age  to  age.  endure  ; 

The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 

And  seals  the  blessings  sure. 


ORDINANCES. 


495 


3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirnas, 

To  our  forefathers  given  ; 

He  takes  young  children  in  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven.  ( 


4  Our  God, — how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  same ;  ^ 

Nor,  from  the  promise  of  his  grace. 
Blots  out  the  children’s  name. 


458. 


S.  M. 

Christ  blessing  Children. 


1  THE  Saviour  kindly  calls 

Our  children  to  his  breast; 

He  holds  them  in  his  gracious  arms;— 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  “Let  them  approach^”  he  cries, 

“Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, — 
For  such  as  these  I  came.” 


3  With  joy  we  bring  them.  Lord  ! 
Devoting  them  to  thee. 
Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
.  Thine  may  our  otfspring  be. 


c.  M. 

The  Saviour  blessing  Children. 


1  WHEN  Jesus  left  the  throne  of  God, 
He  chose  an  humble  birth ; 

A  man  of  grief,  like,  us  he  trod 
A  lonely  path  on  earth. 


A' 


2  Like  him,  may  we  be  found  below. 

In  wisdom’s  paths  of  peace  ; 

Like  him,  in  grace  and  knowledge,  grow. 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 


3  Sweet  were  his  words,  and  kind  his  look. 
When  mothers  round  him  pressed ; 

Their  infants,  in  his  arms,  he  took. 

And  on  his  bosom  blessed. 

:-4  When  Jesus  into  Salem  rode, 

1 '  The  children  sang  around  ; 

ft  For  joy,  they  plucked  the  palms,  and  strewed 

"  Their  garnients  on  the  ground. 


496 


HYMNS. 


5  “  Hosanna  !” — our  glad  voices  raise — 

“  Hosanna  to  our  King 
Could  vve  forget  our  Saviour’s  praise, 

The  stones  themselves  would  sing. 

A 

^  vJvy*  Infants^  lining  or  dying,  in  the  Anns  of  Christ. 

1  THY  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord ! 

With  transport  all-divine ; 

Thine  image  trace,  in  every  word,, 

Thy  love,  in  every  line. 

2  With  joy,  I  see  a  thousand  charms. 

Spread  o’er  thy  lovely  face  ; 

While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms. 

Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  “  I  take  these  little  lambs,”  said  he, 

“And  lay  them  on  my  breast ; 

Protection  they  shall  find  in  m.e — 

In  me,  be  ever  blest. 

4  “  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose. 

But  can ’t  dissolve  my  love ; 

Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  “Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raise 

And  mould  with  heavenly  skill ; 

I  ’ll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will.” 

6  His  words,  ye  happy  parents !  hear. 

And  shout,  with  joys  divine. 

Dear  Saviour  !  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 

S.  M. 

The  Spirit  in  Baptism. 

1  GREAT  God  !  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 

Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 

The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  Oh  !  what  a  pure  delight 
Their  happiness  to  se.e  ! 

Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite. 

To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 


ORDINANCES. 


49'- 


3  Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love! 
This  ordinance  divine ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
And  make  these  children  thine. 


L  M. 

Baptism  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 


462. 

1  COME,  Holy  Ghost !  come  from  on  high 
Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou  ! 


The  sacramental  seal  apply, 
And  witness  with  the  water 


now. 


2  Exert  thy  gracious  power  divine. 

And  sprinkle  thou  th’  atoning  blood, 
May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  join 
To  seal  this  child,  a  child  of  God. 


L.  M. 

The  Baptism  of  a  Household. 


1  UNITED  prayers  ascend  to  thee, 
Eternal  Parent  of  mankind  ! 


Smile  on  this  waiting  family; 

Thy  blessing  let  thy  servants  find. 


2  Let  the  dear  pledges  of  their  love. 

Like  tender  plants,  around  them  grow. 
Thy  present  grace,  and  joys  above. 

Upon  their  little  ones  bestow. 


3  Receive,  at  their  believing  hand, 

The  charge  which  they  devote  as  thine, 
Obedient  to  their  Lord’s  command; 

And  seal,  with  power,  the  rite  divine. 


4  To  every  member  of  their  house. 

Thy  grace  impart,  thy  love  extend; 
Grant  every  good  that  time  allows. 
With  heavenly  joys  that  never  end. 


s.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  Sanctification  of  Children. 


1  O  GOD  of  Abra’m  !  hear 

The  parents’  humble  cry; 

In  covenant-mercy  now  appear. 
While  in  the  dust  we  lie. 

2  These  children  of  our  love, 

In  mercy  thou  hast  given, 

42* 


498 


HYMNS. 


That  we  through  grace  may  faithful  prove, 
In  training  them  for  heaven. 

3  Oh  !  grant  thy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

Their  hearts  to  sanctify  ; 

Remember  now  thy  gracious  word  ; — 

Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear, 

The  penitential  sigh  ; 

Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere 
And  fix  their  hopes  on 'high. 

5  These  children  now  are  thine,— 

We  give  them  back  to  thee  ; 

Oh  !  lead  them  by  thy  grace  divine, 

Along  the  heavenly  way. 

c.  M. 

The  Condescension  of  Christ. 

1  BEHOLD  what  condescending  love 

Jesus  on  earth  displays  ! 

To  babes  and  sucklings,  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 

2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps. 

To  our  forefathers  given  ; 

Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 

And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

3  Forbid  them  not,  whom  Jesus  calls. 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist. 

Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare 
Of  such  will  heaven  consist. 

4  With  flowing  tears,  and  thankful  hearts. 

We  give  them  up  to  thee ; 

Receive  them.  Lord  I  into  thine  arms,— 
Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

A  r*  L.  M. 

0  0  •  Entering  into  Corenant. 

1  OH !  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Oh  !  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 


ORDINANCES. 


499 


Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 

While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. — 

3  *T  is  done— the  great  transaction ’s  done  ; — 
lam  my  Lord’s,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

He  drew  me,  and  1  followed  on. 

Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 

Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5  High  Heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew’ed,  shall  daily  hear ; 

Till,  in  life’s  latest  hour,  I  bow. 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

L.  M. 

A  Welcome  to  Christian  Fellowship. 

1  COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord  ! 

Oh  !  come  in  Jesus’  precious  name ; 

We  welcome  thee,  with  one  accord, 

And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 

We  ’ll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove. 

Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 

Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And,  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears. 

We  ’ll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 

We  ’ll  share  each  other’s  hopes  and  fears. 
And  count  a  brother’s  cares  our  own. 

4  Once  more,  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 

Oh  !  may  we  all  together  meet. 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 

L.  M. 

Entire  Consecration. 

1  NOW  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart. 

With  all  my  powers,  to  serve  the  Lord; 
Nor  from  his  ways  will  1  depart, 

^  Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Oh  !  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! — 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 


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HYMNS. 


Till  others  love  the  blest  employ. 

And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 

To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 

And,  in  his  kind  commands,  rejoice. 

4  Oh  !  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering  leave  his  sacred  ways; 
Great  God  !  accept  my  soul’s  desire, 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praisa 


L.  M. 


Self- Dedication  to  God. 


1  LORD  !  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine. 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be. 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  me,  in  mercy,  now  a -place. 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, — 

A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 

But  ransomed  by  Immanuel’s  blood. 

3  Thee,  my  new  master,  now  I  call. 

And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all ; 

Lord  !  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee, — 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 


c.  M. 


TJie  Young  entering  into  Covenant. 


1  COME,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God, 

In  everlasting  bands ; 

And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste. 

And  seek  his  favor  there ; 

Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow. 

And  pour  our  fervent  prayer. 

3  Come,  let  us  seal,  without  delay. 

The  covenant  of  his  grace  ; 

Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
its  mem’rv  e’er  efface. 

4  Thus  may  our  young  companions  haste 

To  seek  their  fathers’  God ; 


ORDINANCES. 


Nor  e’er  forsake  the  happy  path 
Their  fathers’  feet  have  trod. 

C.  M. 

Public  Profession. 

1  YE  men  and  angels  !  witness  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ;  i 

To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 

A  vow  we  dare  not  break ; — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 

Nor,  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 

Nor  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength. 

But  on  his  grace  rely  ; 

May  he,  with  our  returning  wants, 

A  needful  aid  supply. 

4  Oh !  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright. 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 

And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

L.  M. 

•  On  receiving  new  Memoers. 

1  KINDRED  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake, 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 

May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care,  we  meet. 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 

Make  our  communications  sweet. 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme. 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns,  for  us. 

4  We  ’ll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us,  here  below  ; — 

The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread. 

And  what  he ’s  doing  for  us  now. 

'  5  Thus, — as  the  moments  pass  away, — 

We  ’ll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 


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HYMNS. 


And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

irvq  I'-M. 

^  4  tJ  9  The  Lord's  Supper  instituted. 

1  ’T  WAS  on  that  dark — that  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God’s  delight, 

x\nd  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes  : — 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed  and  brake ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

3  “This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  : 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  — 

Then  took  the  cup  and  blessed  the  wine, — 

“  ’T  is  the  new  covenant  in. my  blood.” 

4  “Do  this,”  he  cried,  “till  time  shall  end. 

In  mem’ry  of  your  dying  friend; 

Meet,  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord.” 

5  Jesus  !  thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name — 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage-supper  of  the  Lamb. 


C.  M 

The  new  Covenant  sealed. 


1  THE  promise  of  my  Father’s  love 

Shall  stand  for  ever  good : 

He  said — and  gave  his  soul  to  death. 

And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name ; 

I  seal  th’  engagement  to  my  Lord, 

And  make  my  humble  claim. 

• 

3  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 

’T  was  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 

And  ratified  in  death. 

4  The  light  and  strength,  the  pard’ning  grace 

And  glory  shall  be  mine : 


ORDINANCES. 


My  life  and  soul — my  heart  and  flesh, — 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

7s. 

•  Sacramental  JSmbleyns. 

'  1  BREAD  of  heaven  !  on  thee  I  feed, 

For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 

Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed, 

With  the  true  and  living  bread  ; 

Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  that  died. 

2  Vine  of*  heaven  !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

’T  is  thy  wounds,  my  healing  give  ; 

To  thy  cross  1  look  and  live  : 

Thou,  my  life  !  Oh  !  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee 

L.  M. 

The  Memorials  of  Grace. 

1  JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not ; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 
P  Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem; 

Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought. 

And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

’T  is  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place. 

That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light. 

And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

s.  M. 

Qommunion  with  Christ  and  with  Saints, 

1  JESUS  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board  ; 

'  Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 


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HYMNS. 


2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 

And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one; 

We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 

And  he  the  tirst-born  Son. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 

His  glorious  name  to  raise : 

Pleasure  and  love  till  every  mind, 

Ancl  every  voice  be  praise. 

478.  Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  AT  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  ! 

Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 

Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board. 
And  thine  own  tiesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  who  died ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucitied. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  cast  their  scandals  on  thy  cause ; 

We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour’s  name, 

And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

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4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age. 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb  ; 
He  li  ves  above  their  utmost  rage. 

And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 


c.  M. 

The  Love  of  Christ. 


1  HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God’s  eternaJ  Son  ! 

Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes. 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 

There ’s  ne’er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 


ORDINANCES. 


3  This  was  compassion,  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew — 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne’er  withdrew. 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great; 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 

5  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt. 

While  we  his  death  record. 

And,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

AftO  •*  ^ 

V/  •  The  Day  of  Espousals. 

1  JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 
Accept  the  tribute  that  we  bring  ; 

•  Accept  the  well-deserved  renown. 

And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be. 

Like  our  espousals.  Lord  !  to  thee  ; — 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when,  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day — 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold. 

Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Each  folTwing  minute  as  it  flies. 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name. 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


C.  M. 

Humble  Communion  with  Christ. 


1  LORD  !  at  thv  table,  we  behold 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

But  most  of  all  admire,  that  we 
Should  find  a  welcome-place. 

2  We,  who  were  all  defiled  with  sin. 

And  rebels  to  our  God  ; — 

We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood ; — 

43 


506 


HYMNS. 


3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this. 

That  we,  so  lost,  have  room  ] 

Jesus  our  wearv  souls  invites, 

And  freely  bids  us  come. 

4  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  above ! 

Join  all  your  sacred  powers  ; 

No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, — 

No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

C.  M. 

The  triumphal  Feast. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, — 

High  as  our  joys  arise. 

And  join  the  songs  above  the  sky, 

Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  invites  us  here, 

To  this  triumphal  feast; 

And  brings  immortal  blessings  down 
For  each  redeemed  guest. 

3  Victorious  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favors  so  divine? 

We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 

To  be  for  ever  thine. 

4  We  give  thee.  Lord  I  our  highest  praise— 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 

But  themes,  so  infinite  as  these, 

Exceed  our  noblest  songs. 

c.  M 

Gospel- Feast. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place. 

With  Christ  within  the  doors — 

While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs. 

Join  to  admire  the  feast ; 

Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, — 
“Lord  !  why  was  I  a  guest? 

3  “Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  .voice. 

And  enter  while  there ’s  room — 

When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice. 
And  rather  starve  than  come  V* 


ORDINANCES. 


507 


4  T  was  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 

Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 

And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 

Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad. 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full. 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
^  ^  ^  t  h  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 


484 


C.  M. 


Remembering  Christ. 


1  IF  human  kindness  meets  return 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 

If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn. 

To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; — 

2  Oh  !  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  w(^  owe 
To  him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell — 
Our  more  than  orphan’s  wo  ! 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee. 

What  love  his  latest  words  displayed,— 
“Meet  and  remember  me  !” 

4  Remember  thee— thy  death,  thy  shame. 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! — 

O  mem’ry  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 


486. 


L  M. 

The  Presence  of  Christ  desired. 


1  FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  !  be  gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord  !  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire. 

And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 

Come,  my  dear  Jesus  !  from  above. 

And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 


HYMNS. 


508 

3  Blest,  Saviour  !  what  delicious  fare— 

How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are! 

Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine  ! 

In  thee  thy  Father’s  glories  shine : 

Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 

That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known  ! 

c.  M. 

Remembering  Christ. 

1  ACCORDING  to  thy  gracious  word,— 

In  meek  humility, — 

This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord ! 

I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake. 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 

Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 

And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  1 
Or  there  thy  conflict  see, — 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, — 

And  not  remember  thee  1 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice  I 
I  must  remember  thee  : — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ! — 

Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 

Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  mem’ry  flee ; 

When,  in  thy  kingdom,  thou  shalt  come— 
Jesus !  remember  me. 


SABBATH. 


509 


SABBATH. 


487. 


The  Sabbath  in  the  Sanctuary. 


7s. 


1  SAFELY  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; — 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

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2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

"i'h rough  the  dear  Redeemer’s  name, 
Show  thy  reconciled  face. 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free. 

May  we  rest,  this  day,  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near : 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear: 
Here  afford  us,  Lord  !  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel’s  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners— comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints: 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove. 

Till  we  join  the  church  above. 


s  M. 


The  Lord's  Day  and  public  Worship. 


1  WELCOME — sweet  day  of  rest. 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  king  himself  comes  near. 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 

43* 


510 


HYMNS. 


1 


2 


3 


Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

My  willing  soul  would  stay, 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, — 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


H.  M. 


Sabbath- Morning. 


WELCOME — delightful  morn. 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ! 

1  hail  thy  kind  return  ; — 

Lord  !  make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 

I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

Now  may  the  king  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 

Thy  sceptre.  Lord !  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  : 

Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

Descend,  celestial  Dove  ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers; 
Disclose  a  Saviour’s  love. 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours ; 

Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain. 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  bestowed  in  vain. 


c.  M. 


Daxen  of  the  Sabbath. 


AGAIN,  tho  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray. 

Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night. 

And  pours  increasing  day. 

Oh  I  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 
A  sinful  world  in  gloom  ! 

Oh  !  what  a  sun,  which  broke  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid. 

And  loud  hosannas  sung; 

Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart. 

And  praise  on  every  tongue. 


1 


2 


3 


SABBATH. 


511 


4  Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 
To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 

Which  scatters  blessings,  from  its  wings, 

To  nations  yet  unborn. 

LQl  .  ”  ^ 

X  •  Mormng  of  ike  Lord's  Day. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints  !  awake. 

And  hail  this  sacred  day  ;  ^ 

In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 
Your  Joyful  homage  pay: 

Come,  bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blessed, — 
The  type  of  heaven’s  eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 

I'he  Lord  of  life  arose. 

And  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 

And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 

And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  his  love. 

2  All  haill  triumphant  Lord! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings; 

And  earth,  in  humbler  strains. 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings ; — 

“Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years,  to  live  and  reign!’* 

4  Great  King  !  gird  on  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car ; 

While  justice,  power  and  love 
Maintain  the  glorious  war: 

This  day  let  sinners  own  thy  sway, 

And  rebels  cast  their  arms  away. 


L.  M. 


The  Morning  of  the  Lord's  Day. 


1  HAIL!  morning  known  among  the  blest, — 

Morning  of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love, — 

Of  heavenly  peace,  and  holy  rest. 

Pledge  of  the  endless  rest  above! 

2  Blest  be  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 

Who,  from  the  dead,  hath  brought  his  Son ; 
Hope  to  the  lost  was  then  restored. 

And  everlasting  glory  won. 


HYMNS. 


512 


3  Scarce  morning-twilight  had  begun 

To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away. 
When  Christ  arose — unsetting  sun — 

The  dawn  of  joy’s  eternal  day. 

4  Mercy  looked  down,,  with  smiling  eye,  - 

When  our  Immanuel  left  the  dead  ; 

Faith  marked  his  bright  ascent  on  high, 
And  hope,  with  gladness,  raised  her  head. 

5  Descend,  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord ! 

Thy  fire  to  every  bosom  bring ; 

Then  shall  our  ardent  hearts  accord. 

And  teach  our  lips  God’s  praise  to  sing. 


C.  M. 

The.  Resurrection- Morn. 


1  BLEST  morning  !  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 

That  saw  him  triumph  o’er  the  dust, 

And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb, 

The  great  Redeemer  lay. 

Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th’  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  : 

The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose. 

And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord  I 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay  ; 

And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation,  and  immortal  praise. 

To  our  victorious  King  ! 

Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas^ 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 


L.  M. 

The  Rest  of  the  Sabbath. 


1  ANOTHER  six  days’  work  is  done. 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 

Return,  my  soul !  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 


SABBx\TH. 


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2  Oh  !  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw,  from  heaven,  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 

Ts  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest — 

Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, — 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away ; 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend. 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne’er  shall  end ! 


496. 


L.  M. 

The  earthly  and  heavenly  Sabbath. 


1  THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord  !  we  love, 
But  there ’s  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire. 

With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress. 

Nor  sin,  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 


3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes. 

No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight-shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  Soon  shall  that  glorious  day  begin. 
Beyond  this  world  of  death  and  sin ; 
Soon  shall  our  voices  join  the  song 
Of  the  triumphant,  holy  throng. 


7s. 

The  holy  Day  of  Rest. 


1  WELCOME — sacred  day  of  rest ! 

Sweet  repose  from  worldly  care; — 
Day  above  all  days  the  best, 

When  our  souls  for  heaven  prepare  ; — 
Day  when  our  Redeemer  rose, 

Victor  o’er  the  hosts  of  hell ; 

Thus  he  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; — 

Let  our  lips  his  glory  tell. 


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HYMNS. 


2  Gracious  Lord  !  we  love  this  day, 
When  we  hear  thy  holy  word  ; 
When  we  sing  thy  praise, and  pray  ; — 
Earth  can  no  such  joys  afford  : 

But  a  better  rest  remains, 

Heavenly  Sabbaths, — happier  days, 
Rest  from  sin,  and  rest  from  pains, — 
Endless  joys,  and  endless  praise. 


c.  M. 


A  Sabbath  in  the  House  of  God. 


1  HERE  cares  and  angry  passions  cease, 

For  saints  together  meet 
To  spend  an  hour  of  prayer  and  peace, 
At  their  Redeemer's  feet. 

2  No  sculptured  wonders  meet  the  sight,—' 

Nor  pictured  saints  appear. 

Nor  storied  window’s  gorgeous  light, 

For  God  himself  is  here. 

3  And  here  are  comrades  in  the  war 

With  Satan  and  with  sin, 

Who  now  in  God’s  own  favor  share, 

And  soon  their  heaven  will  win. 

4  Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  bless 

This  consecrated  day. 

Unfolds  his  wondrous  promises, 

And  makes  it  sweet  to  pray. 

5  Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  hear 

The  humblest  sigh  we  raise, 

And  answers  every  heart-fell  prayer, 
And  hears  our  hymn  of  praise. 


G.  M. 

The  first  Day  of  the  Week. 


1  AND  now  another  week  begins, 

This  day  we  call  the  Lord’s ; 

This  day  he  rose,  who  bore  our  sins, — 
For  so  his  word  records. 

2  Hark,  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing  ! — 

Their  voices  fill  the  sky  ; 

They  hail  their  great  victorious  king, 
And  welcome  him  on  high. 


SABBATH. 


3  We  ’ll  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise ; 

May  we  their  rapture  feel ; 

Our  thankful  song  with  theirs  we’ll  raise, 
And  emulate  their  zeal. 

4  Come,  then,  ye  saints  !  and  grateful  sing 

Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord, — 

Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  king, — 

Of  Christ,  th’  incarnate  word. 

5  Hail,  mighty  Saviour !  thee  we  hail  1 

High  on  thy  throne  above  ; 

Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 

We  ’ll  sing  thy  matchless  love. 


c.  M. 


^  •  The  Jirst  Sabbath. 

1  Plow  bright  a  day  was  that,  which  saw 

Creation’s  work  complete  ! 

All  nature  owned  her  Maker’s  law, 

And  worshiped  at  his  feet. 

2  The  world,  arranged  by  power  divine, 

In  perfect  order  stood ; 

And,  resting  from  his  great  design, 

God  saw  that  all  was  good. 

3  Not  such  a  Sabbath  now  appears. 

For  sin  has  ruined  all  ; 

No  longer  man  with  pleasure  hears 
A  gracious  Father’s  call. 

i  Yet,  Lord  !  bring  back  the  reign  of  peace, 
Let  brighter  days  begin  ; 

And  teach  vain  creatures  how  to  cease 
From  folly  and  from  sin. 

Let  sinners  be  again  made  thine. 

Though  once  with  vengeance  cursed; 
And  let  a  second  Sabbath  shine, 

As  glorious  as  the  first. 


c  M 


The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 


1  THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 
In  concert  with  the  blest: 

;  And  joyful,  in  harmf)nious  lays. 
Employ  this  day  of  rest. 


HYMNS. 


516 


2  Lord  !  may  we  still  remember  thee, 

And  more  in  knowledge  grow  ; 

'  Oh  !  may  we  more  of  glory  see, 

While  waiting  here  below. 

3  On  this  blest  day.  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  displayed,  % 

By  God,  th’  eternal  word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  our  souls  hath  bought 

With  blood,  and  grief,  and  pain : 

’T  was  great — to  speak  the  world  from  nought,— 
’T  was  greater — to  redeem. 


L.  M. 

The  Lord’s  Day. 


1  THIS  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own ; — 

Oh  !  let  us  then  his  praise  declare. 

Fix  our  desires  on  him  alone. 

And  seek  his  face,  with  fervent  prayer. 

2  Lord  !  in  thy  love,  would  we  rejoice. 

That  bids  the  burdened  soul  be  free  ; 
And,  with  united  heart  and  voice. 

Devote  these  sacred  hours  to  thee. 

3  Now  let  the  world’s  delusive  things 

No  more  our  groveling  thoughts  employ 
But  faith  be  taught  to  stretch  her  wings, 

In  search  of  heaven’s  unfailing  joy. 

4  Oh  !  let  these  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord ! 

Be  to  our  lasting  welfare  blest ; 

The  purest  comfort  here  afford. 

And  fit  us  for  eternal  rest. 


The  Sabbath.!  a  holy  Rest. 


1  AGAIN  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest. 

Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jehovah  blest ; 
When,  like  his  own,  he  bade  our  labours  cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey; 

So  shall  he  hear  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications,  and  our  songs  of  praise. 


SABBATH. 


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3  Father  in  heaven  !  in  whom  our  hopes  confide, 
Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts  guide, 
In  life  our  guardian,  and  in  death  our  friend, — 
Glory  supreme  be  thine,  till  time  shall  end. 


c.  M. 


The  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart. 


1  WHEN,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 

Man  comes  to  meet  his  God, 

What  rites — whal  honors  shall  he  pay  1 
How  spread  his  praise  abroad  1 

2  From  marble-domes  and  gilded  spires 

Shall  clouds  of  incense  rise] 

And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  sacrifice  ] 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  ! — creation’s  Lord 

''rhine  offerings  well  may  spare; 

But  give  thy  heart — and  thou  shall  find. 
That  God  will  hear  thy  prayer. 


7s  and  6s. 

Sabbath-Cuntetnplationa. 


1  LORD  of  the  vast  creation, 

Support  of  worlds  unknown, 
Desire  of  every  nation  ! — 

Behold  us  at  thy  throne  ; 

We  come  for  mercy  crying. 
Through  thine  atoning  blood  ; 
And  on  thy  grace  relying. 

We  seek  each  promised  good. 

2  We  bless  the  condescension 

That  brought  thee  down  to  earth ; 
Of  which  the  seers  made  mention, 
Who  prophesied  thy  birth  : 

We  celebrate  the  glory. 

That  marked  thy  wondrous  way. 
And  own  the  joyful  story. 

That  claims  this  hallowed  day. 

3  Oh  !  when  shall  thy  salvation 

Be  known  through  every  land, 
^And  men,  in  every  station. 

Obey  thy  great  command  ] 


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518 


HYMNS. 


In  God’s  own  Son  believing, 
From  sin  may  they  be  free  ; 


And  gospel-grace  receiving, 
Find  life  and  peace  in  thee. 


605 


L.  M. 

The  Close  of  the  Sabbath. 


1  ANOTHER  day  has  passed  along, 

And  we  are  nearer  to  the  tomb, — 

Nearer  to  join  the  heavenly  song, 

Or  hear  the  last  eternal  doom. 

2  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath-eve, 

And  soft  the'sunbeams  lingering  there ; 
For  these  blest  hours,  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

3  The  time  how  lovely  and  how  still  ; 

Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below, — 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, — 
All  fair  with  evening’s  setting  glow. 

4  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love,— 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll. 

Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

5  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long. 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod; 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, — 

The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 


C.  M. 

Evening  of  the  Lord's  Day. 


506 


1  FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns. 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams; 

And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love. 

Our  frailties.  Lord  !  forgive  ; 

We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above. 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord  !  our  faith  and  hope. 

And  fit  us  to  ascend. 

Where  the  assembly  ne’er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne’er  shall  end  : — 


SABBATH. 


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4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heav  enly  lustre  shine, 

Before  the  tin  one  of  God  appear, 

And  feast  on  love  divine  : — 

5  Where  we,  in  high  serapiiic  strains, 

Shall  all  our  powers  employ  ; 
Delighted  range  th’  ethereal  plains. 

And  take  our  till  of  joy. 

CY7 

'  w  •  •  Lord's  Day- Evening. 

1  WHEN,  O  dear  Jesus  !  when  shall  I 

Behold  thee  all-serene ; 

Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath-day, 

Without  a  veil  between  1 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here. 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares  ; 

Incline  rny  heart  to  pray  with  love, 

And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Spare  me,  my  God  !  Oh  !  spare  the  soul 

That  gives  itself  to  thee  ; 

Take  all  that  I  possess  below. 

And  give  thyself  to  me. 

4  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father !  give 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 

To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys — 
Where  Sabbaths  never  end. 


SANCTUARY. 


s.  M. 

TVie  Mercy- Seat. 


1  HOW  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer- God 
Unveils  the  glories  of  his  face. 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 


2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 

.  Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 


520 


HYMNS. 


3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  thee  sit, 

And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  thee,  our  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  : 

Oh  !  listen  to  our  broken  sighs, 

And  grant  us  all  our  wants. 

5  Give  us,  O  Lord  !  a  place. 

Within  thy  blest  abode. 

Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, — 
The  servants  of  our 'God. 


C.  M. 

The  Glory  of  Zion. 


1  HOW  honorable  is  the  place. 

Where  we  adoring  stand  ; 

Zion  ! — the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land. 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made. 
Defy  th’  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling ; 

Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  our  king  ! 

4  Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace, — 

You  that  have  known  Jehovah’s  name. 
And  ventured  on  his  grace  ! 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust. 

And  banish  all  your  fears: 

Strength,  in  the  Lord  Jehovah,  dwells. 
Eternal  as  his  years. 


L.  M. 

The  Church.,  the  Palace  of  God. 


1  Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator’s  grace  ! 

Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode. 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God ! 


SANCTUARY. 


521 


2  Thy  walls  are  strength, — and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors'' waits  ; 

Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundation  move, 
Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 


3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage — 
Against  thy  throne  in  vain  they  rage, 
Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 


4  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace. 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 


H.  M. 

The.  House  of  Prayer. 


1  GREAT  Father  of  mankind  ! 

We  bless  that  wondrous  grace. 
Which  could  for  Gentiles  find, 
Within  thy  courts,  a  place;  ^ 
How  kind  the  care 
Our  God  displays, 

For  us  to  raise 
A  house  of  prayer  ! 

2  Though  once  estranged  afar, 

We  now  approach  the  throne, 
For  Jesus  brings  us  near, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  own  " 
Strangers  no  more, 

To  thee  we  come ; 

We  find  our  home, 

And  rest  secure. 

3  To  thee  our  souls  we  join, 

And  love  thy  sacred  name  : 

No  more  our  own,  but  thine. 

We  triumph  in  thy  claim  ; 

Our  Father-King ! 

Thy  covenant-grace 
Our  souls  embrace. 

Thy  titles  sing. 

-f  4  Let  all  the  nations  throng 
r'  To  worship  in  thy  house; 

And  thou, attend  the  song. 

And  smile  upon  their  vows. 


522 


HYMNS. 


Indulgent  still,- 
Till  earth  conspire 
To  join  the  choir, 


On  Zion’s  hill. 


7s. 


The  House  of  Prayer  and  Praise. 


1  LORD  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise, 
Here,  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise ; 
Thou  thy  people’s  heart  prepare. 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed. 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread  ; 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest. 

May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here,  to  thee  a  temple  stand. 

While  the  sea  shall  girt  the  land ; 
Here,  reveal  thy  mercy  sure. 

While  the  sun  and  mooa  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  ! — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  : 

Hallelujah  ! — hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 

1  L.  M. 


513. 


On  opening  a  House  of  Worship. 


1  HERE,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God  ! 

We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee , 
Oh  !  make  it  now  thv  fixed  abode. 

And  keep  it.  Lord !  from  error  free. 

2  When  here  thy  people  seek  thy  face. 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live; 

Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord!  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim. 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son  : 

Still,  by  the  power  of  his  great  name. 

Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  When  children’s  voices  raise  the  song, — - 

Hosanna  to  their  heavenly  King  ; 

Let  heaven,  with  earth,  the  strain  prolong 
“Hosanna  !”  let  the  angels  sing. 


SANCTUARY. 


523 


5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign. 

Here  to  abide, — no  transient  guest] 

Heie,  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 

And  here,  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ] — 

6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not.  Lord  !  this  house  alone ; 

Thy  kingdom  come,  in  every  heart, — 
la  every  bosom,  tix  thy  throne. 

C.  xM. 

Prayer  on  opening  a  Church- Edifice. 

1  WITHIN  thy  house,  O  Lord  our  God  ! 

In  glorious  majesty  appear; 

Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode. 

And  shed  thy  choicest  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thy  mercy-seat  surround. 

Thy  Spirit,  with  thy  word,  impart; 

And  let  thy  gospel’s  joyful  sound. 

With  power  divine,  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here,  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain, 

Here,  give  the  broken  spirit  rest ; 

Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, — 
Enthroned  in  every  yielding  breast. 

4  Here,  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 
And  humble  supplication  rise, 

Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ, 

In  realms  of  bliss,  beyond  the  skies. 

c  M. 

Dedication  of  a  Church. 

1  GOD  of  the  universe!  to  thee 

This  sacred  fane  we  rear. 

And  now,  with  songs  and  bended  knee, 
Invoke  thy  presence  here. 

2  Long  may  this  echoing  dome  resound 

The  praises  of  thy  name, — 

These  hallowed  walls  to  all  around 
The  Triune  God  proclaim. 

3  Here,  let  thy  love — thy  presence  dwell,- 

^^'hy  glory  here  make  known  ; 
r  Thy  people’s  home.  Oh  !  come,  and  fill, 
And  seal  it  as  thine  own. 


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HYMNS. 


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4  When  sad  with  care — by  sin  oppressed, 

Here  may  the  burdened  soul, 

Beneath  thy  sheltering  wing,  find  rest; 
Here,  make  the  wounded  whole. 

5  And  when  the  last  long  Sabbath-morn, 

Upon  the  just,  shall  rise, 

May  all,  who  own  thee  here,  be  borne 
To  mansions  in  the  skies. 


MINISTRY. 


S.  M. 

The  Heralds  of  Christ. 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feeV 

Who  stand  on  Zion’s  hill  I 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! — 

“  Zion  !  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  I” 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound  ! 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for 
And  sought,  but  never  found 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes. 

That  see  this  heavenly  light! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm. 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


MINISTRY. 


L.  M. 

The  great  Commission. 

1  “GO,  preach  my  gospel !” — saith  the  Lord, 

“Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  ; 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word ; 

He  shall  be  damned  who  don’t  believe 

2  “I  ’ll  make  your  great  commission  known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 

By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  “Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, — 

I ’m  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend.” 

4  He  spake — and  light  shone  round  his  head 

On  a  bright  cloud,  to  heaven  he  rode : 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

c.  M. 

•  '  Ministers  tcatch for  Souls. 

1  LET  Zion’s  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th’  alarm  they  give ; 

Now  let  them,  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 

2  ’T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor’s  care  demands; 

But  what  might  fill  an  angel’s  heart; — 

It  filled  a  {Saviour’s  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego; — 

For  souls,  that  must  for  ever  live, 

In  raptures,  or  in  wo. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th’  account  to  render  there ; 

And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord  !  how  should  we  appear] 

5  May  they  that  Jesu.s,  whom  they  preach. 
Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 

And  watch  thou  daily  o’er  their  souls. 

That  they  may  watch  for  thee.  . 


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519. 


Meeting  of  Ministers. 


L.  M. 


1  POUR  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 

Lord  !  thine  assembled  servants  bless; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  thy  priests  with  righteousness 

2  Within  thy  temple  where  we  stand. 

To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  thee, 
Saviour  !  like  stars,  in  thy  right  hand, 

The  angels  of  the  churches  be  ! 

3  Wisdom  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart. 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above. 

To  bear  thy  people  on  our  hearts. 

And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love : — 

4  To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint; 

By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep ; 

To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint. 

Nourish  thy  lambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep. 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here. 

In  humble  hope,  our  charge  resign  : 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 

O  God !  may  they  and  we  be  thine. 


c.  M. 

7%c  Death  of  a  Minister. 


1  NOW  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive, 

^  And  all  our  tears  be  dry  : 

Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief 
That  view  a  Saviour  nighl 

2  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, — 

The  aged  and  the  young ; 

The  watchful  eye,  in  darkness  closed. 

And  mute  th’  instructive  tongue  ; — 

3  Th’  eternal  shepherd  still  survives. 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 

His  eye  still  guides  us — and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

4  “  Lo  !  I  am  with  you,”  saith  the  Lord, 

“My  church  shall  safe  abide 
The  Lord  wilt  ne’er  forsake  his  own 
Who  in  his  love  confide. 


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5  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 
His  pron}ise  is  our  trust ; 

And  this  shall  be  our  children’s  song, 
When  vve  are  cold  in  dust. 

s.  M. 

The  Pastor's  Death. 

1  REST  from  thy  labor,  rest ; — 

Soul  of  the  just,  set  free  ! 

Blest  be  thy  memory,  and  blest 
Thy  bright  example  be  ! 

2  Faith,  perseverance,  zeal, 

Language  of  light  and  power, 

Love, — prompt  to  act,  and  quick  to  feel, — 
Marked  thee,  till  life’s  last  hour. 

3  Now, — toil  and  conflict  o’er, — 

Go,  take  with  saints  thy  place : 

But  go— as  each  hath  gone  before, — 

A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

4  Lord  Jesus  !  to  thy  hands 

Our  pastor  we  resign  ; 

And  now  we  wait  thine  own  commands 
We  were  not  his,  but  thine. 

5  Thou  art  thy  church’s  head ; 

And  when  the  members  die. 

Thou  raisest  others  in  their  stead: — 

To  thee  we  lift  our  eye. 

6  On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 

We  gather  round  our  Rock ; 

Send  whom  thou  wilt ;  but  condescend 
Thyself  to  feed  thy  flock. 

s.  M. 

The  Dea.th  of  an  aged  Minister. 

1  “SERVANT  of  God  !  well  done! 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ : 

The  battle  fouaht, — the  vict’ry  won,— 
Enter  thy  Master’s  joy.” 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came. 

He  started  up  to  hear; 

A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 

He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amid  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 


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HYMNS. 


A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

4  The  pains  of  death  are  past, — 

liabor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 

And,  life’s  long  warfare  closed  at  last 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ !  well-doqe  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ;  , 

And  while  eternal  ages  run, 

Rest  in  thy  Saviour’s  joy  ! 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS. 


7s. 

Inquiring  of  a  Watchman. 

1  WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ] 
Traveler  !  o’er  yon  mountain’s  height 
See  that  glory-beaming  star  :  , 

Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  1 
Traveler  !  yes; — it  brings  the  day, — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  I  tell  us  of  the  night ; — 

Higher  yet  that  star  a.scends  ; 
Traveler!  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth] 
Traveler!  ages  are  its  own. 

See  !  it  bursts  o’er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ; 
Traveler!  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn  : 
Watchtnan  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home ; 
Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, — 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS. 


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Christian  Effort. 


H.  M. 


1  RISE,  gracious  God  !  and  shine 

In  all  thy  saving  might : 

And  prosper  each  design, 

To  spread  thy  glorious  light :  , 

Let  healing  streams  of  mercy  flow, 

That  all  the  earth  thy  truth  may  know. 

2  Put  forth  thy  glorious  power ! 

The  nations  then  will  see, 

And  earth  present  her  store. 

In  converts  born  of  thee  : 

God,  our  own  God,  his  church  will  bless, 
And  earth  shall  yield  her  full  increase. 


8s  and  7s. 

The  Heathen  crying  for  Help. 


1  HARK  !  what  mean  those  lamentations, 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  1 
’T  is  the  cry  of  heathen  nations, — 

“  Come  and  help  us  or  we  die 

2  Hear  the  heathen’s  sad  complaining, 

Christians  I  hear  their  dying  cry  ; 
And,  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 
Haste  to  help  them,  ere  they  die. 

T's  and  65. 

A/  ■  77ie  Gospel- Banner. 

1  NOW  be  the  gospel-banner,  ^ 

In  every  land,  unfurled  ; 

And  be  the  shout. — “Hosanna!” — 
Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 

Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation. 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What,  though  th’  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine! 

His  arm,  throughout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine: 

Ride  on,  O  Lord  !  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace  ! 

Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, — 

"J'hy  empire  still  increase. 


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HYMNS. 


3  Yes, — thou  shall  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 

Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings: 

The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 

The  hills  and  vallies  greeting. 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

«  •  Missionary  Meeting. 

1  ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thv  face,  dread  King  !  we  stand  : 
The  voice,  that  marshalled  every  star, 

Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands,  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole. 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 

Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise, 

Our  counsels  aid,  to  each  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  wdth  thy  chosen  heralds  come. 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  ; 

From  Zion’s  mount  send  forth  the  sound 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

/TOO  L.  M. 

^ The  Heralds  pointing  out  the  Way. 

1  NOW  let  our  faith  with  joy  survey 
The  glories  of  the  latter  day  : 

Its  dawn  already  seems  begun, — 

Sure  earnest  of  the  rising  sun. 

2  The  friends  of  truth  assembled  stand, — 

A  chosen  consecrated  band, 

The  emblem  of  the  cross  display. 

And  cry  aloud, — ‘’Behold  the  way!” 

3  Behold  the  way  to  Zion’s  hill. 

Where  Israel’s  God  delights  to  dwell: 

He  fixes  there  his  loftv  throne. 

And  calls  the  sacred  place  his  own. 

4  “Behold  the  way  !”  ye  heralds  !  cry, 
Spare  not,  but  lift  your  voices  high :  . 


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Convey  the  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  bid  the  captiv’^e  sigh  no  more. 

5  Auspicious  dawn  !  thy  rising  ray, 
With  joy,  we  view,  and'  haii  the  day  : 
Thou  Sun  !  arise,  supremely  bright. 
And  fill  the  world  with  purest  light. 


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The  Heralds  of  Christ. 

1  CAPTAIN  of  thine  exalted  host ! 

Display  thy  glorious  banner  high  ; 

The  summons  send,  from  coast  to  coast, 
And  call  a  numerous  army  nigh. 

2  A  solemn  jubilee  proclaim, — 

Proclaim  the  great  sabbatic  day  ; 
Assert  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 

Spoil  Satan  of  his  wished-for  prey. 

3  Oh  !  bid  thy  heralds  publish  loud 

The  peaceful  blessings  of  thy  reign  ; 
And  when  they  speak  of  sprinkled  blood, 
The  mystery  to  the  heart  explain. 


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S.  M. 

Missionaries  encouraged 

1  YE  messengers  of  Christ! 

His  sovereign  voice  obey  ; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 


2  The  Master,  whom  you  serve. 

Will  needful  strength  bestow; 
Depending  on  his  promistM  aid. 

With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Go,  spread  the  Saviour’s  name; 

Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace ; 
Proclaim  salvation,  full  and  free. 

To  Adam’s  guilty  race. 

4  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 

The  c.ause  is  God’s — and  will  prevail 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 


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8s,  7s  and  4. 

Depcu'ture  of  Missionaries. 

1  MEN  of  God  I  go  take  your  stations; 
Darkness  reigns  o’er  all  the  earth 


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HYMNS. 


Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations, 
Joyful  nc^ws  of  heavenly  birth; 

Bear  the  tidings — 

Tidintrs  of  the  Saviour’s  worth. 

2  When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 
Jesus  will  his  own  defend : 

Borne  afar^  midst  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  friend; 

And  his  presence 

Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

6“^  7s  and  6s. 

Departure  of  Missionaries. 

1  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  !  - 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 

Bear  messengers  of  mercy. 

To  every  vale  of  wo  : 

Arise,  ye  gales  !  and  waft  them, 

Safe  to  their  destined  shore  ; 

That  men  may  sit  in  deyrkness 

And  death’s  black  shade  no  more. 


2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler! 

Who  boldest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, — 

Deliver  them  from  harm  : 

Thy  presence  still  be  with  them 
Wherever  they  may  be  ; 

Though  far  from  those  who  love  them, 
LeAhem  be  nigh  to  thee. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

The  Heralds  vf  Salvation. 


1  ON  the  mountain’s  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands  ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 

Zion  long  in  hostile  lands: 

Mourning  captive  ! 

God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  7 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful. 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved^ 
Cease  thy  mourning; — 

Zion  still  is  well-beloved. 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS. 


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3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee, 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end; 

Great  deliverance — 

Zion'S  king  will  quickly  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past,  _ 

God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee. 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


7s. 


The  Messengers  of  God. 


1  GO — ve  messengers  of  God  ! 

Like  the  beams  of  morning,  fly^; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod. 

Wave  the  Banner-Cross  on  high. 

2  Where  the  towering  minaret 

Gleams  along  the  morning-skies, 
Wave  it  till  the  crescent  set. 

And  the  “  Star  of  Jacob”  rise. 

3  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle. 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep,  ^ 

Where  the  skies  for  ever  smile. 

And  th’  oppressed  for  ever  weep. 

4  O’er  the  negro’s  night  of  care 

Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven  ; 
Chase  away  the  tiend  despair, — 

Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

5  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  east. 

Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, — 
Spread  the  gospel’s  richest  feast. 

6  Circumnavigate  the  ball. 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea: 

Preach  the  cross  of  Chri.st  to  all, — 
Christ,  whose  love  is  full  and  free. 


c.  M, 

Promised  Aid. 


1  GO,  and  the  Saviour’s  grace  proclaim 
Ye  favored  men  of  God  ! 

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HYMNS. 


Go,  publish,  through  Immanuel’s  name, 
Salvation  bought  with  blood. 

2  What  though  your  arduous  path-way  lie 

Through  regions  dark  as  death] 

What  though,  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try, 
Perils  beset  your  path  1 — 

3  Y^et,  with  determined  courage,  go, 

^  And  armed  with  power  divine  : 

Your  God  will  needful  strength  bestow, 
And  on  your  labors  shine. 

4  He,  who  has  called  you  to  the  war, 

Will  recompense  your  pains : 

Before  Messiah’s  conquering  car. 

Shall  mountains  sink  to  plains. 


5  Shrink  not,  though  earth  and  hell  oppose, 
But  plead  your  Master’s  cause  ; 
Assured  that  e’en  your  mightiest  foes 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 


c.  M. 

Designatiort  of  a  Missionary. 


1  FATHER  of  mercies  !  condescend 

To  hear  our  fervent  prayer. 

While  this  our  brother  we  commend 
To  thy  paternal  care. 

2  Before  him  set  an  open  door ; 

His  various  efforts  bless  ; 

On  him  thy  Holy  Spirit  pour. 

And  crown  him  with  success. 


3  Endow  hinr  with  a  heavenly  mind ; 

Supply  his  every  need  ; 

Make  him  in  spirit  meek,  resigned. 

Bit  bold  in  word  and  deed. 

4  In  every  tempting,  trying  hour. 

Uphold  him,  by  thy  grace; 

And  guard  him,  by  thy  mighty  power, 
Till  he  shall  end  his  race. 

5  Then,  followed  by  a  numerous  train. 

Gathered  from  heathen  lands, 

A  crown  of  life  may  he  obtain. 

From  his  Redeemer’s  hands. 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS. 


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537. 


L.  M. 

Commission  to  the  Gentiles., 


1  GO — messenger  of  peace  and  love  ! 

To  nations  plunged  in  shades  of  night; 
’liike  angels  sent  from  fields  above, 

Be  thine  to  shed  celestial  light. 

2  Go,  to  the  hungry  food  impart; 

To  paths  of  peace  the  wanderer  guide, 

And  lead  the  thirsty,  panting  heart, 

Where  streams  of  living -waters  glide. 

3  Go,  bid  the  bright  and  morning-star. 

From  Bethlehem’s  plains  resplendent  shine, 
And,  piercing  through  the  gloom  afar. 

Shed  heavenly  light  and  love  divine. 

4  To  India’s  various  castes,  proclaim 

The  gospel’s  soft,  but  powerful  voice ; 

And,  at  the  blest  Redeemer’s  name. 

Let  ocean’s  lonely  isles  rejoice. 

5  From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 

Messiah  yet  shall  reign  supreme; 

His  name,  by  every  tongue,  confessed, — 

His  praise — the  universal  theme. 


s.  M. 


Prayer  for  Israel. 


1  LORD  !  send  thy  servants  forth 

To  call  the  Hebrews  home  ; 

From  east,  and  west,  and  south,  and  north. 
Let  all  the  wanderers  come. 

2  Where’er,  in  lands  unknown. 

The  fugitives  remain, 

Bid  every  creature  help  them  on. 

Thy  holy  mount  to  gain. 

3  x\n  offering  to  the  Lord, 

'Fhere  let  them  all  be  seen. 

Sprinkled  with  water  and  with  blood, 

In  soul  and  body  clean. 

4  W^ith  Israel’s  myriads  sealed, 

*  Let  all  the  nations  meet; 

.r  And  show  the  myster}'^  fulfilled, — 

/  Thy  family  complete. 


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HYMNS. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

The  Missionary's  Farewell. 


1  YES, — my  native  land  !  I  love  thee; 

All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well  ; — 
Friends,  connexions,  happy  country! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell] 

Can  I  leave  you. 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell 

2  HomeJ — thy  joys  are  passing  lovely,— 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ; 
Happy  home  ! — ’t  is  sure  I  love  thee  I 
Can  I — can  I  say — Farew’ell  1 
Can  I  leave  thee. 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  1 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure. 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 

Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  I 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you, 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly. 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 

Far  away,  ye  billows  !  bear  me  ; 

Lovely  native  land  ! — farewell  I 
Pleased  I  leave  thee. 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor. 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell, 

'How  he  died — the  blf'ssed  Saviour — 

To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten. 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dw’ell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ! 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell : 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion. 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell  : 

Glad  I  bid  thee. 

Native  land  ! — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 


1  MARKED  as  tiic  [)urpo.sc  of  the  skies. 
This  promise  meets  our  anxious  eyes, — 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS. 


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That  heathen  lands  the  Lord  shall  know, 
And  warm  with  faith  each  bosoni  glow. 

2  E’en  now  the  hallowed  scenes  appear  ; 
E’en  now  unfolds  the  promised  year : 

Lo  !  distant  shores  thy  heralds  trace, 

And  bear  the  tidings  of  thy  grace. 

3  Mid  burning  climes  and  frozen  plains, 
Where  pagan  darkness  brooding  reigns. 
Lord  !  mark  their  steps,  their  fears  subdue. 
And  nerve  their  arm,  and  clear  their  view. 

4  When,  worn  by  toil,  their  spirits  fail. 

Bid  them  the  glorious  future  hail ; 

Bid  them  the  crown  of  life  survey, 

And  onward  urge  their  conquering  way 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


L.  M. 


Prayer  for  the  Milltnnium. 


1  JESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  throne. 

We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  face ; 

To  bleeding  hearts  thy  love  make  known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 

2  See,  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eye, 

A  world  o’erwhelmed  in  guilt  and  tears. 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie. 

And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears! 

3  Lord  !  arm  thy  truth  with  power  divine, 

Its  conquests  spread  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  suns  and  stars  forg(^t  to  shine, 

And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 

4  Oh  I  rise,  ye  ransomed  captives  !  rise, 

Peal  the  loud  anthem  here  below ; 

Let  earth  reflect  it  to  the  skies, 

And  heaven  with  new-born  rapture  glow. 


C.  M. 


1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 


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Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, — 

He  calls  Ihee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, — 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 

The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, — 

The  Lord’s  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge. 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth : 

Say  to  the  south. — “  Give  up  thy  charge. 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north !” 

4  They  come,  they  come ; — thine  exiled  bands 

Where’er  they  rest  or  roam. 

Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 

And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy. 

With  songs,  thy  ransomed  shall  return. 

And  everlasting  joy. 

s.  M. 

The  Gospel-Trumpet. 

1  YE  trembling  captives  !  hear; 

The  gospel-trumpet  sounds; 

No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear. 

Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 

2  ’T  is  not  the  trump  of  war, 

Nor  Sinai’s  awful  roar  ; 

Salvation’s  news  it  spreads  afar, 

And  vengeance  is  no  more. 

3  Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace. 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims. 

And  earth,  the  jubilee’s  release. 

With  eager,  rapture  claims. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread ; 

And  Jesus  all  his  willing  bands. 

In  glorious  triumph,  lead. 


c;  y. 

Prayer  for  Success 


1  O  LORD,  our  God  !  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


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And  wide  o’er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life  !  arise. 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 

Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost !  arise, 

Expand  thy  quickening  wing, 

And  o’er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  All  on  the  earth  !  arise, 

To  God,  the  Saviour,  sing, 

From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 

a  The  Time  to  favor  Zion. 

1  SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power, 
Be  this  thv  Zion’s  favored  hour: 

Bid  the  bright  morning-star  arise, 

And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns. 

On  Afric  s  shore,  on  India’s  plains  ; 

Far  let  the  gospel’s  sound  be  known. 

And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

3  Speak — and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice; 
Speak, — and  the  desert  shall  rejoice; 

Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night; 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 


546. 


C.  M. 

Millennial  £>avs. 


1  LOP^D  !  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly. 

Armed  with  thy  Spirit’s  power  ; 

Ten  thousands  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 

With  sudden  green  and  fruits  arrayed — 
A  blooming  paradise. 

3  Peace,  with  her  olive-crown  shall  stretch 

Her  higs  from  shore  to  shore  ; 


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HYMNS. 


The  nations  of  the  earth  shall  hear 
The  sound  of  war  no  more. 

4  Lord  !  for  those  days  we  wait ; — those  days 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold  : 

Fly  swifter,  sun  and  stars!  and  bring 
This  promised  age  of  gold. 

5  Amen  ! — with  joy  divine,  let  earth’s 

Unnumbered  myriads  cry ; 

Amen  !— with  joy  "^divine,  let  heaven’s 
Unnumbered  choirs  reply. 


s.  M. 


Prayer  for  all  Lands. 


1  O  GOD  of  sovereign  grace  ! 

We  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 

And  plead,  for  all  the  human  raccy 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord  ! 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 
And  let  all  lands,  with  joy,  record 
The  great  Redeemer’s  praise. 


7s. 


Jesus  shall  reign. 


1  HARK  ! — the  song  of  jubilee. 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, — 

Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore, — 

“  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 
God  Omnipotent,  shall  reign!” 

Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  “Hallelujah  !”— hark  !— the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 

Wakes,  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation’s  harmonies : 

See  Jehovah's  banners  furled. 

Sheathed  his  sword  !  he  speaks — ’tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  illimitable  sway  : 


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He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away; 
Then  the  end  ; — beneath  his  rod, 
Man’s  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  ! — Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 


549. 


L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Zion. 


1  INDULGENT  Sovereign  of  the  skies  ! 

And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  earl 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries. 

Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear? 

2  How' shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest. 

Till  Zion’s  mouldering  walls  thou  raise? 
Till  thine  own  power  shall  stand  confessed, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  ? 

3  Look  down,  O  God !  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolations  round ; 

See,  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie. 

What  scenes  of  wo  and  crime  abound ! 


4  Loud  let  the  gospel-trumpet  blow. 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 

Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know. 
And  eaith’s  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

c.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  Reign  of  Christ.  ^ 

1  JESUS,  immortal  King  !  arise; 

Rise  and  assert  thy  sway  ; 

Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  bring. 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror  !  ride. 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit ; 

And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

This  spacious  earth  around  ; 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored  ; 

46 


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HYMNS. 


And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout, — 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 


/7s  and  6s. 

The.  State  of  the  Heathen. 


1  FROM  Greenland’s  icy  mountains, 
From  India’s  coral  strand, 

Where  Afric’s  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river. 

From  many  a  palmy  plain. 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error’s  chain. 


2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o’er  Ceylon’s  isle, — 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 
And  only  man  is  vile  1 — 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness. 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 


3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted. 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ] 
Salvation  I  O  Salvation  ! — 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim. 

Till  earth’s  remotest  nation 
Has  learned  Messiah’s  name. 


4  Waft — waft,  ye  winds  !  his  story. 
And  you,  ye  waters  !  roll, — 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till,  o’er  our  ransonied  nature. 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


L.  M. 

Zion  encouraged. 

1  ZION  !  awake,  thy  strength  renew. 

Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue  ; 

And  let  th’  admiring  world  behold 
The  king’s  fiiir  daughter  clothed  in  gold. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


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2  Church  of  our  God !  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine : 
Then  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 

3  Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view  ; 
All  shall  admire  and’ love  thee  too; — 
Shall  come,  like  clouds  across  the  sky, 
Or  doves  that  to  their  windows  fly. 


c.  M. 


Prayer  fur  Missionaries. 


1  GREAT  God  !  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine; 

And  in  thy  works, from  nature’s  birth. 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord  !  thy  greater  love  hath  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  our  race ; 

Unveiling  thy  divine  intent 
Of  rich  redeeming  grace. 

3  Soon  may  these  gracious  tidings  roll 

The  spacious  earth  around. 

Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Then,  to  her  sable  sons  conveyed, 

Shall  Afric  learn  thy  word. 

And  vassals,  long-enslaved,  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord. 

5  When  shall  the  scattered  wanderers  meet, 

That  now  in  darkness  rove, 

And  gathered  round  Immanuel’s  feet. 

Sing  of  his  saving  love] 

6  O  Lord  !  each  faithful  effort  own, 

To  spread  the  gospel-rays  ; 

And  rear,  on  sin’s  demolished  throne, 

The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

J^A  IL  M 

^  ^  •  Prophecy  fulfilled. 

1  ALL  hail !  incarnate  God  ! 

The  wondrous  things  foretold 
Of  thee,  in  sacred  writ, 

With  joy  our  eyes  behold  ; 


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Still  doth  thine  arm  new  trophies  wear, 
And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 

2  Oh  !  haste,  victorious  Prince  ! 

That  glorious  happy  day, 

When  souls,  like  drops  of  dew, 

Shall  own  thy  gentle  sway  : 

Oh  !  may  it  bless  our  longing  eyes. 

And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies. 

3  All  hail !  triumphant  Lord! 

Eternal  be  thy  reign  ; 

Behold  the  nations  wait 
To  wear  thy  gentle  chain  : 

When  earth  and  time  are  known  no  more 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  for  ever  sure. 

’  1^  r  L.  M. 


555. 


Triumph  of  the  Gospel. 


1  ARM  of  the  Lord  !  awake,  awake  ! 

Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, — 

**  I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  !” 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
An'd  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God!  thy  grace  proclaim, 

In  every  land  of  every  name ; 

Let  Zion’s  time  of  favor  come ; 

Oh  !  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home. 

4  Arm  of  the  Lord  !  awake,  awake  ! 

Put  on  thy  strength — ^the  nations  shake; 
Let  hostile  powers  before  thee  fall, 

And  crown  the  Saviour — Lord  of  all. 

8s,  7s  and  4- 


The  Day-Spring. 


1  CHRISTIAN  !  see— the  orient  morning 
Breaks  along  the  heathen  sky ; 

Lo  !  th’  expected  day  is  dawning — 
Glorious  day-spring  from  on  high  : 
Hallelujah! — 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


2  Heathen  at  the  sight  are  singing ; 

Morning  wakes  the  tuneful  lays  ; 
Precious  offerings  they  are  bringing — 
First-fruits  of  more  perfect  praise  : 
riallelujah  ! — 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

3  Zion’s  Sun  ! — salvation  beaming, — 

Gilding  now  the  radiant  hills, — 

Rise  and  shine,  till  brighter  gloamings 
All  the  world  thy  glory  fills  : 
Hallelujah  !  — 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high ! 

4  Lord  of  every  tribe  and  nation ! 

Spread  thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole; 
Spread  the  light  of  thy  salvation, 

Till  it  shine  on  every  soul : 
Hallelujah ! — 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 


Christ's  Coming  to  reign. 


1  JESUS  !  thy  church  with  longing  eyes 

For  thine  expected  coming  waits  : 

When  will  the  promised  light  arise, 
x'^nd  glory  beam  on  Zion’s  gates  1 

2  E’en  now,  when  tempests  round  us  fall, 

And  wintry  clouds  o’ercast  the  sky, 

Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall. 

And  deem  that  our  redemption ’s  nigh. 

3  Oh  !  come  and  reign  o’er  every  land  ; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled, — 
All  nations  bow  to  thy  command, 

And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

4  Teach  us  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

To  wait  for  thine  appointed  hour; 

And  fit  us,  by  thy  grace  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  thy  conquering  power. 


L.  M. 


7Vie  coming  Reign  of  Christ. 


1  ASCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King! 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 


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Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, — 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face; 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet. 

Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh  !  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 

Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, — 

Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored 

• 

7s  and  6s. 

The  final  Victory  of  Christ. 

1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along  1 

When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song. 

Proclaim  the  contest  ended. 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain. 

Again  to  earth  descended. 

In  righteousness  to  reign  1 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply  : 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round. 

All  hallelujah  swelling 
In  one  eternal  sound. 

C.  M. 

The  NetO‘ Creation. 

1  SPIRIT  of  power  and  might !  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed : 

Creator-Spirit ! — as  of  old. 

Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife; 

And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned. 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning-stars  for  joy. 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 


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What  strains  shall  angel-harps  employ". 

When  thou  shall  all  renew] 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God- rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour’s  name, 

How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 

’To  whom  that  Saviour  camel 

5  So  every  kindred,  tongue  and  tribe. 

Assembling  round  the  throne. 

Thy  new-creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 


s.  M. 


Rejoicing  in  ChrisVs  Reign. 


1  NOW  living  waters  flow 

To  cheer  the  humble  soul ; 

From  sea  to  sea  the  rivers  go. 

And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 

And  grow  on  earth  again : 

Jesus,  Jehovah,  be  our  king. 

And  o’er  the  nations  reign. 

3  Jesus  shall  rule  alone. 

The  world  shall  hear  his  word  ; 

By  one  blest  name  shall  he  be  known — 
The  universal  Lord. 

L  M 

•  Prayer  for  the  WorUVs  Conversion. 

1  O  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God ! 

In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace. 

Where’er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod. 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  Are,  and  hearts  of  love. 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 

Give  power  and  unction  from  above. 
Where’er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light. 

Confusion — order,  in  thy  path  ; 

Souls  without  strength,  inspire  with  might; 
4.  Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord  !  prepare 
A  sinful  world  their  God  to  meet . 


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Breathe  thou  abroad,  like  morning-air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

5  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him — Lord. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
Prayer  for  the  Utathen. 


1  O’ER  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness, 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze  ; 

See  the  kindreds  of  the  people. 

Lost  in  sins  bewildering  maze ; — 
Darkness  brooding 

On  the  face  of  all  the  earth  ! 

2  Light  of  them  who  sit  in  error ! 

Rise  and  shine — thy  blessings  bring  ; 
Light — to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles  ! 

Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing : 

To  thy  brightness. 

Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3  Let  the  heathen,  now  adoring 

Idol-gods  of  »vood  and  stone, 

Come,  and,  worshiping  before  him,  - 
Serve  the  living  God  alone  : 

Let  thy  glory 

Fill  the  earth,  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou  !  to  whom  all  power  is  given. 

Speak  the  word  ;  at  thy  command, 
Let  the  company  of  heralds 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land  : 
Lord  !  be  with  them, 

Always  till  time’s  latest  end. 


L.  M. 


Spread  of  the  Gospel. 


1  THY  people.  Lord  !  who  trust  thy  word, 

And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat. 

And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said — thine  only  Son 

Shall  be  a  light  to  Gentile  lands, 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


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To  open  the  benighted  eyes, 

And  loose  the  wretched  prisoners’  bands] — 

3  From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea, 

That  his  dominion  shall  extend  ! — 

That  every  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 

And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ] 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear — 

The  time  to  favor  Zion  come ; 

Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near. 

And  call  the  wandering  exiles  home. 


8s, 7s  and  4 

# 

Success  of  the  Gospel  amovg  the  Heathen. 


1  O’ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness. 

Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray. 

Sun  of  righteousness  !  arising,  , 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day ; 
Send  the  gospel 
To  the  earth’s  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, — 

Grant  them,  Lord  !  the  glorious  light; 
And,  from  eastern  coast  to  western; 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
And  redemption. 

Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions. 
Multiply  and  still  increase ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre. 

Saviour  !  all  the  world  around. 


7s. 


Triumphs  of  the  Gospel. 


1  WHO  are  these  that  come  from  far 
Led  by  .Jacob’s  rising  star  ] 
Strangers  now  to  Zion  cotne. 

There  to  seek  a  peaceful  home. 

2  Lo  !  they  gather  like  a  cloud. 

Or  as  doves  their  windows  crowd: 
Zion  wonders  at  the  sight, — 

Zion  feels  a  strange  delight. 


HYMNS. 


550 

3  Zion  now  no  more  shall  sigh, 

God  will  raise  her  glory  high  ; 

He  will  send  a  large  increase, — 
He  will  give  his' people  peace. 

4  Sons  of  Zion  !  sing  aloud  : 

See  her  sun,  without  a  cloud ! 

God  will  make  her  joy  complete^  — 
Zion’s  sun  shall  never  set. 


^  VJ  I  •  Kingdom  of  Christ  among  Mm. 

1  LO  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears. 

To  our  believing  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away. 

And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, — • 

That  holy,  happy  place, — 

The  New-Jerusaiem  comes  down. 

Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy. 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, — 

“  Mortals  !  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  “The  God  of  glory,  down  to  men. 

Removes  his  blessed  abode  ; — 

Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace. 

And  he  their  loving  God. 

5  “His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  : 

And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die.” 


6  How  long,  dear  Saviour  !  Oh  !  how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay] 

Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time  ! 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


lls. 

Zion  encouraged. 


1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness; 
Awake, — for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more:  '  [ness; 

Bright  o’er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  glad- 
Arise, — for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o’er. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


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2  Strong:  vvere  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  tied,  like  the  chali,  from  the  scourge  that 
pursued  them; 

Vain  vvere  theii:  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  (h  Zi(m  !  the  power,  that  hath  saved  thee, 

Extolled  with  the  hari)  and  the  timbrel  should 
be : 

Shout, — for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 
'i  h’  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 

c.  M 

1/  \  J  c/  •  Universal  Praise. 

1  O  CITY  of  the  Lord  !  begin 

The  universal  song : 

And  let  the  scattered  villages 
The  joyful  notes  prolong. 

2  Let  Kedar’s  wilderness  afar 

Lilt  up  the  lonely  voice; 

And  let  the  tenants  of  the  rock 
In  accent  rude  rejoice. 

3  Oh  !  from  the  streams  of  distant  lands 

■  To  our  Jehovah  sing  ; 

And  joyful,  from  the  mountain-tops, 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  the  king. 

4  Let  all  combined,  with  one  accord, 

''Phe  Saviour’s  glories  raise. 

Till,  in  the  earth’s  remotest  bounds, 

'I’he  nations  sound  liis  praise. 

7s  and  4 

Dawning  of  the  Latter-Day. 

1  LOOK,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking  ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 

God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land  ; 

Day  advances, — 

Darkness  Hies,  at  his  command. 

W  hile  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 

God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad : 

Ev'ery  language 

Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 


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552 


HYMNS. 


3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious  ’ 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  power  ; 

Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world  for  evermore ; 
Then  shall  idols 

Perish,  while  thy  saints  adore. 

L.  M. 

•  Success  unlicijtated. 

1  BEHOLD  th’  expected  time  draw  near, 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear. 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden’s  bloom  ! 

2  Events  with  prophecies  conspire 
To  raise  our  faith,  our  zeal  to  fire : 

The  ripening  fields,  already  white, 
Present  a  harvest  to  the  sight. 

3  The  untaught  heathen  waits  fo  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow; 

The  exiled  captive,  to  receive 

The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

4  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart. 

In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

c.  M. 

The  Victories  of  Christ. 

1  HOSANNA  to  our  conquering  King  ! 

All  hail !  incarnate  love  ! 

Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

2  Thy  vict’ries  and  thy  deathless  fame, 

Through  the  wide  world, shall  run; 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 
The  triuinpii  thou  hast  won. 


573. 


II.  M 

The  general  .Jubilee. 


1  FAIR  shines  the  morning-star  ; 
The  silver  trumpets  sound. 

Their  notes  re-echoing  far, 

While  dawns  the  day  around  : 
Joy  to  the  earth— the  earth  is  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


553 


2  Prisoners  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence,  left  to  die ! 

With  Christ’s  unfolding  tomb, 

Your  portals  open  fly  : 

Rise  with  your  Lord — he  sets  you  free; 

It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

3  Ye  who  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  justice  due, 

Ransomed — but  not  with  gold  ! 

He  gave  himself  for  you  : 

The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free; 

It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

4  Captiv^es  of  sin  and  shame  1 

O’er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel’s'voice  proclaim 
The  Lord’s  accepted  year : 

Let  Jacob  rise — be  Israel  free ; 

It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

-  L  M. 

The  Rei^n  of  Christ  established. 

1  SHOUT, — for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns, 

Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread; 
Sinners,  now  freed  from  Satan’s  chains. 

Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 

2  Oh  !  may  his  conquests  still  increase ; 

Let  every  foe  his  power  subdue  ; 

,  While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 

Saints  shall  his  rising  glories  show, 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb. 

From  all  below  and  all  above; 

In  lofty  songs,  exalt  his  name, — 

In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love, 

7s. 

7%-"  Rpifrn  of  Christ.  ' 

1  WAKE  the  song  of  jubilee, 

I  Ait  it  echo  o’er  the  .sea ! 

Now  hath  come  the  promised  hour; 

Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power. 

2  All  ye  nations!  join  and  sing. — 

“Christ,  of  lords  and  king.s,  is  King  V* 

Let  it  sound  fr<»m  shore  to  shore, — 

“Jesus  reigns  for  evermore 

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554 


HYMNS. 


3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  th(^  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, — 

‘^Tesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !” 

1 


7s. 

TJte  triumphant  Reign  of  Christ. 


1  SEE  the  ransomed  millions  stand, — 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hands  ! 

This  before  the  throne  their  strain, — 
‘‘Hell  is  vanquished — death  is  slain! — 


2  “Blessing,  honor,' glory,  might. 

Are  the  Conqueror’s  native  right; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall, — 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !” 

3  Hasten,  Lord  !  the  promised  hour  ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power; 

Still  Ihy  ides  are  unsubdued — 

Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed: 

4  Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum  ; 

All  things  with  the  bride,  say,  “Come  I* 
Jesus!  whom  all  worlds  adore. 

Come, — and  reign  for  evermore. 


MORNING. 


577 


7s. 

Moi'ning. 


1  IN  this  calm  impressive  hour. 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high 
God  of  morcy  !  God  of  power  ! 

Hear  me,  when  to  thee  I  cry : 
Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ,  thy  Son. 


2  With  the  morning’s  early  ray, 

While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 
Let  th^  beams  of  light  convey 
Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart: 
Now  o’er  J\ll  my  steps  preside. 

And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 


MORNING. 


555 


Ft 


3  Oh  !  what  joy  that  word  affords, — 

“  Thou  shalt  reign  o’er  all  the  earth 
King  of  kings,  and^Lord  of  lords  ! 

Send  thy  gospel-heralds  forth: 

Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 

Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

;r^o  s.  M. 

*  '  •  Prayer  for  spiritual  Light. 

1  WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

Thou  Da3'-Star  from  on  high  ! 

The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 

Yet,  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh  !  let  thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Come,  like  the  morning-light. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 

How  dark  and  sad  before  ! — 

With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature’s  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 

And  live,  this  short  revolving  day, 

As  if  it  were  our  last. 

7s. 

Morning'  Thanks. 

1  THOU  that  dost  my  life  prolong! 
Kindly  aid  my  morning-song  ; 
Thankful,  from  my  couch  I  rise, 

To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening-cry; 

Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed. 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

?  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night, — 
'1'  was  thy  hand  restored'the  light; 
Lord  !  thy  mercies  still  are  new. 
Plenteous,  as  the  morning-dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray, — 

Oh  !  preserve  me  through  the  day ; 
Dangers  every  where  abound. 

Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 


558 


HYMNS. 


5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul,  thy  beams  display ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 


"  s.  M. 

Mom  ing- Prayer- Meet  ing. 


1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay, 

That  breaks  upon  the  ear, 

When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Christians  unite  in  prayer  I 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries. 

Up  to  Jehovah’s  throne  ; 

He  listens  to  their  bursting  sighs. 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray. 

Before  the  morning-light ; 

Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high. 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down, 

To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die, 
And  makes  his  people  one. 


s.  M. 


Morning- Meditations. 


1  AWAKE,  my  drowsy  soul! 

These  airy  visions  chase ; 

Awake,  my  active  powers  renewed! 

To  run  the  heavenly  race. 

2  See — how  the  rising  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker’s  praise. 
With  every  brightening  ray  ! 

3  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Her  heavenly  parent  sing  ; 

And  to  her  great  original 
Her  humble  tribute  bring. 

4  Serene,  I  laid  me  down 

Beneath  his  guardian  care; 

I  slept,  and  woke  ;  and  still  1  found 
My  kind  preserver  near. 


MORNING. 


\  5  Deal’  Saviour  !  to  thy  cross, 

^  I  bring  my  sacritice  ; 

Tinged  with  thy  blood,  it  shall  ascend, 
VVith  fragrance  to  the  skies. 


c.  M. 

A  Morning- Song. 


1  ONCE  more,  my  soul !  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes: 

Once  more,  my  voice  !  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 


2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats. 

The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 

Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  ’T  is  he  supports 'my  mortal  frame, — 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 

My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled, 

Since  the  last  setting  sun ; 

And  yet  he  lengthens  out  my  thread, — 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God !  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline. 

And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

L.  M. 

Morning -Gratitude. 

1  IN  sleep’s  serene  oblivion  laid, 

I  safely  passed  the  silent  night; 

Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, — 

1  drink  again  the  morning-light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour. 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be ; 

My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power. 

And  springs,  my  guardian  God !  to  thee. 

3  Oh !  guide  me  through  the  various  maze. 

My  doubtful  feet  may  this  day  tread ; 
And  spread  thy  shield’s  protecting  blaze, 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

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HYMNS. 


4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend, 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress ; 

Yet,  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend,— 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes? 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day  ;  ^ 

Thy  love— the  rapture  of  the  skies. 

L  M. 

Praise  to  the  God  of  the  Morning. 

1  GOD  of  the  morning  !  at  thy  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 

And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice, 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies ; — 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east. 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins. 

And  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth,  he  Hies  and  shines. 

3  Oh !  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfill 

Th’  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 

With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way 

4  Lord  !  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes ; 

Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure. 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

5  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, ^ 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss : 

All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint,  and  cold,  compared  with  this. 


evening. 


L.  M. 

An  Evening- Sacrifice. 

1  GREAT  God  !  to  thee  my  evening-son§ 
With  humble  gratitude  1  raise  ; 

Oh  !  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue. 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 


EVENING, 


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2  My  days  unclouded,  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently  rolling  hour. 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace. 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  ; — his  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God ! 

And  kind  acceptance,  at  thy  throne. 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  1  repose. 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 


Evening  Contemplation. 


1  SOFTLY,  now,  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 

Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord  !  1  would  commune  with  thee, 

2  Soon  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 

Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord  !  to  dwell  with  thee. 


C.  M. 


E cening- Prayer  and  Praise. 


1  INDULGENT  Father  1  by  whose  care, 

I  ’ve  passed  another  day, — 

Let  me,  this  night,  thy  mercy  share ; — 
Oh  !  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  fa,ce ; 

Direct  me.  Lord  !  to  Christ  alone 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love; 

And,  every  hour,  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when,  on  earth,  T  close  mine  eyes, 

To  sleep  in  death’s  embrace, 

Let  me,  to  heaven  and  glory,  rise, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face. 


HYMNS. 


360 


588 


8s  and  7s.  Peculiar. 
An  E-vening-  Offering. 


1  THROUGH  the  day  thy  love  has  spared 

Now  vve  lay  us  down  to  rest; 

Through  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 
let  no  foe  our  peace  molest; 

Jesub  I  thou  our  guardian  be, 
iSweet  it  is  to  tru.st  in  thee. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth, ‘and  strangers, 

JL) welling  in  the  midst  of  foes, — 

Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers, 

In  thine  arms,  let  us  repose, 

And,  when  life’s  short  day  is  past. 

Rest  with  thee,  in  heaven,  at  last. 


1  NOW  from  labor  and  from  care. 

Evening-shades  have  set  me  free 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer. 

Lord  !  I  would  converse  with  thee? 
Oh  !  behold  me  from  above,, 

Fill  me  with  a  Saviour’s  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wo. 

Wither  all  my  earthly  joys ; 

Naught  can  charm  me  here  below. 

But  my  Saviour’s  melting  voice : 
Lord  !  forgive — thy  grace  restore. 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  This  day. 

For  the  mercies  of  this  hour. 

For  the  gospel’s  cheering  ray. 

For  the  Spirit’s  quickening  power, — 
Gratef  ul  notes  to  thee  I  raise ; 

Oh  1  accept  my  song  of  praise. 


c.  M. 


1  DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening-song^ 

Like  holy  incense  rise ; 

Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue. 

To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day. 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  ;. 


EVENING. 


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And  still,  to  drive  my  wants  away,  , 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around  ; 

But,  Oh  !  how  few  returns  of  love  .  . 

Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 

How  are  my  follies  multiplied,  ' 

Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord  !  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine. 

To  thy  dear  cross  1  dee ; 

And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign. 

To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard’hing  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, — 

As  in  th’  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour’s  breast 

yrQl  CM. 

X  •  Evening- Prayer  and  Praise. 

1  INDULGENT  God  !  whose  bounteous  care 

O’er  all  thy  works  is  shown, — 

Oh  !  let  my  grateful  praise  and  prayer 
Arise  before  thy  throne. 

2  What  mercies  has  this  day  bestowed ! 

How  largely  hast  thou  blest ! 

My  cup  with  plenty  overflowed, 

With  cheerfulness — my  breast 

3  Now  may  soft  slumber  close  my  eyes, 

From  pain  and  sickness  free ; 

And  let  my  waking  thoughts  arise 
To  meditate  on  thee. 

4  Thus  bless  each  future  day  and  night. 

Till  life’s  vain  scene  is  o’er; 

And  then,  to  realms  of  endless  light. 

Oh  !  let  my  spirit  soar. 

9  Secret  Prayer  at  Twilight. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away. 

From  every  cumbering  care. 


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HYMNS. 


And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 

In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

'  The  penitential  tear ; 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead. 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore  ; 

My  cares  and  sorrows  all  to  cast, 

"On  him  whom  I  adore. 

I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

And,  when  life’s  toilsome  day  is  o’er,  ’ 
May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm,  as  this  impressive  hour, 

And  lead  to  endless  day. 

c.  M 

Evening-  Worship  in  the  Family. 

1  O  LORD  !  another  day  is  flown. 

And  we,  a  lonely  band. 

Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne. 

To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thou  bend  a  listening  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours? 

Thou  wilt !— for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  And,  Jesus  !  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign. 

As  we  before  thee  pray  ; 

For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 

And  we  are  less  than  they. 

4  Thy  heavenly  grace  to  each  impart; 

All  evil  far  remove  ; 

And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  love. 

5  Thus  clean.sed  from  sin  and  wholly  thine, 

A  flock  by  Jesus  led. 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  shine 
In  glory  on  our  head. 


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EVENING. 


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6  Oh  !  still  restore  our  wandering  feet, 

And  still  direct  our  way  ; 

‘Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall  greet 
The  dawn  of  endless  day. 

L.  M. 

An  Evening- Hymn. 

1  THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on. 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  ot  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I, perhaps, am  near  my  home; 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, — 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb. 

With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


L.  M.  6  Lines. 

For  such  as  keep  Saturday-Evening. 


1  SWEET  is  the  last,  the  parting  ray, 

Which  ushers  placid  evening  in  ; 

When,  with  the  still,  expiring  day, 

The  Sabbath’s  peaceful  hours  begin  : 

How  grateful  to  the  anxious  breast 
The  sacred  hours  of  holy  rest ! 

2  Hushed  is  the  tumult  of  the  day, 

And  worldly  cares  and  business  cease, — 
While  soft  the  vesper-breezes  play. 

To  hymn  the  glad  return  of  peace  : 
Delightful  season  !  kindly  given 
To  turn  the  wandering  thoughts  to  heaven. 

3  Oft  as  tliis  peaceful  hour  shall  come. 

Lord !  raise  my  thoughts  from  earthly  things, 
And  bear  them  to  my  heavenly  home, 

On  faith  and  hope’s  celestial  wings ; 


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Till  the  last  gleam  of  life  decay. 
In  one  eternal  Sabbath-day. 


596. 


S  M. 


1  THE  hours  of  evening  close  ; 

Its  lengthened  shadows,  drawn 
O’er  scenes  of  earth,  invite  repose^ 

And  wait  the  Sabbath-dawn. 

2  So  let  its  calm  prevail 

O’er  forms  of  outward  care  ; 

Nor  thought  for  “  many  things”  assail 
^  The  still  retreat  of  prayer. 

3  Our  guardian  Shepherd  near 

His  watchful  eye  will  keep ; 

And,  safe  from  violence  and  fear, 

Will  fold  his  flock  to  sleep. 

4  So  may  a  holier  light. 

Than  earth’s,  our  spirits  rouse, 

And  call  us,  strengthened  by  his  might. 
To  pay  the  Lord  our  vows. 


MORNING,  OR  EVENING. 


L.  M. 


597. 


A  Song  for  Morning  cmd  Evening. 


1  MY  God  !  how  endless  is  thv  love  ! 

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Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 

And  morning-mercies  from  above. 
Gently  distill, like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread’st  the  curtains  of  the  night. 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  I 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings,  from  thy  hand. 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


MORNING,  OR  EVENING. 
;rqo  c.  M. 

^  ^  ^  •  Morning  or  Evening-  Worship. 

1  ON  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God ! 

My  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 

In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 

In  thee  my  wishes  end.* 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost. 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys  ; 

And, fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

3  When  evening-slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

With  his  protection  blest. 

In  peace  and  safety,  I  commit 
My  wearied  limbs  to  rest. 

4  My  spirit  in  his  hand,  serene, 

Fears  no  apprc/aching  ill  ; 

For.  whether  waking  or  asleep, 

Thou,  Lord !  art  with  me  still. 

c.  M. 

Morning  and  Evening-  Offering. 

1  HOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  sound, 

To  God’s  upholding  hand  ! 

Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

2  That  was  a  most  amazing  power 

That  raised  us  with  a  word ; 

And,  every  day,  and  every  hour, 

We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  rising  morn  cannot  assure, — 

'I'hat  we  shall  end  the  day ; 

For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  hurry  us  away. 

4  Our  life  is  forfeited,  by  sin. 

To  God’s  avenging  law  ; 

We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King ! 

In  every  breath  we  draw. 

5  God  is  our  sun — whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safely  brings; 

Our  feeble  frame  lies  safe,  at  night. 
Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

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L.  M.  6  L.inry 
Morning  and  F/cening. 


1  WHEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning-light  salutes  mine  eyes, 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine  ! 

On  me,  with  beams  of  mercy,  shine ; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away. 

And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  each  day’s  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose. 

With  pard’ning  mercy  richly  blest. 

Guard  me,  my  Saviour  !  while  I  rest ; 

And,  as  each  "morning-sun  shall  rise. 

Oh  !  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

3  And,  at  my  life’s  last  setting  sun. 

My  conflicts  o’er,  my  labors  done, 

Jesus  !  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed. 

To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying-bed ; 

And  from  death’s  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  praise. 


THE  YEAR. 


601. 


1  Is  and  5s. 
The  New-  Year. 


1  COME  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  ])ursue. 

Roll  round  with  the  year. 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  master  appear ; 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfill. 

And  our  talents  improve. 

By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream ; 

Our  time,  as  a  stream. 

Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay : 

The  arrow  is  flown — 

The  moment  is  gone — 

The  millenial  year 

Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity ’s  here  ! 


THE  YEAR. 


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3  Oh  !  that  each  in  the  day 

Of  his  coming  may  say, — 

“I  have  fought  my  way  through — 

I  have  finished  the  work  which  ihou  gav’stme  to  do 
Oh  !  that  each,  from  his  Lord, 

May  receive  the  glad  word, — 

VVell  and  faithfully  done  ! 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  V* 


pno  L  M. 

^  ^  •  77ie  changing  Seasons. 

1  GREAT  God  !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers 

Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name : 

Thy  hand  revolves  our  circling  hours, — 
Thy  hand  from  which  our  being  came. 

2  Seasons  and  moons  still  rolling  round, 

'  In  beauteous  order  speak  thy  praise  ; 
And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 
To  thee  successive  honors  raise. 

3  To  thee  we  raise  the  annual  song. 

To  thee  the  grateful  tribute  give  ;  • 

Our  God  doth  still  our  years  prolong, 

And,  midst  unnumbered  deaths,  we  live. 

4  Our  life,  our  health,  our  friends,  we  owe 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love  ;  ^ 

Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below. 

And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  Thus  will  we  sing,  till  nature  cease, 

Till  sense  and  language  are  no  more, 
And,  after  death,  thy  boundless  grace. 
Through  everlasting  years,  adore. 


c.  M. 

New-  Year : — Providential  Goodness. 


1  GOD  of  our  lives  !  thy  various  praise 

Our  voices  shall  resound  : 

Thy  hand  directs  our  fleeting  days. 

And  brings  the  seascms  round. 

2  To  thee  shall  grateful  songs  arise. 

Our  fMther  and  our  Friend  ! 

Whose  constant  mercies,  from  the  skies. 
In  genial  streams  descend. 


HYMNS. 


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3  In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care, 

In  every  age,  we  see  : 

And,  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 

So  let  our  praises  be. 

4  Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene. 

In  every  age,  appear ; 

And  let  the  same  companions  deign 
To  bless  the  opening  year. 

5  If  mercy  smile,  let  mercy  bring 

Our  wandering  souls  to  God  ; 

In  our  aliliction,  we  shall  sing, 

If  thou  wilt  bless  the  rod. 


L.  M. 


1  OUR  helper,  God  !  we  bless  thy  name. 
Whose  love  for  ever  is  the  same ; 

The  tokens  of  thy  gracious  care 
Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand; 

And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 

Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  us  on  ; 

Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known; 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land. 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  Our  grateful  souls, on  Jordan’s  shore. 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more ; 

Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above. 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

C  M 

<\JtJ  *  New-  Year : — Prayer  for  a  Blessing. 

1  NOW,  gracious  Lord  !  thine  arm  reveal 

And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 

Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 

And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 

And  let  this  year,  we  now  begin. 

Begin  and  end  with  thee. 


THE  YEAR. 


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S  Send  dov^n  thy  Spirit  from  above. 
That  saints  may  love  thee  more ; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  lo\e,. 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And,  when, before  thee,  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home. 

May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 


606., 


L.  M. 

A  Song  for  the  opening  Year. 


1  GREAT  God  !  w'e  sing  that  mighty  hand. 
By  v/hich  supported  still  we  stand ; 

The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows, — 

Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  bv  night — at  home, abroad, 

Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 

Byh  is  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  ; 
The  future — all  to  us  unknown — 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit  ' 

And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed. 

Be  thou  our  joy — and  thou  our  rest  ; 

Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored,  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  close  our  earthly  songs. 
And  seal,  in  silence,  mortal  tongues. 

Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 

Shall  keep  our  souls,  and  guard  our  dust. 

607.  The  opening  Year. 

T  BLESS,  O  Lord  !  the  opening  year 
To  the  souls  assembled  here  ; 

Clothe  thy  word  with  power  divine, 

Make  us  willing  to  be  thine. 

2  When  thou  hast  thy  work  begun. 

Give  new  strength  the  race  to  run  ; 

Scatter  darkness,  doubts,  and  fears; 

Wipe  away  the  mourner’s  tears. 

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HYMNS. 


3  Bless  us  all  both  old  and  young, — 
Call  forth  praise  from  every  tongue: 
Let  our  whole  assembly  prove 
All  thy  power  and  all  thy  love. 


7s  and  6s. 

A  Winter’s  Day. 


1  TIME  is  winging  us  away, 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 

Life  is  but  a  winter’s  day, 

A  Journey  to  the  tomb  ; 

Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 
Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms; 
Al-l  that ’s  mortal  soon  will  be 
Enclosed  in  death’s  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 

Life  is  but  a  winter’s  day, 

A  Journey  to  the  tomb  : 

But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 
Health  and  beauty  soon  above ; 
Far  beyond  the  world’s  alloy — 
Secure  in  Jesus’  love. 


C.  M.  Double. 
Spring  of  the  Year. 


1  WHILE  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 

And  blossoms  on  the  spray ; 

And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 

Hark  !  how  the  feathered  warblers  sing! 

’T  is  nature’s  cheerful  voice  ; 

Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

2  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies. 

While  showers,  with  blessing  fraught, 
Bid  verdure,  beauty,  fragrance,  rise. 

And  fix  the  roving  thought ! 

Oh  !  let  my  wandering  heart  confess. 
With  gratitude  and  love. 

The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
Each  smiling  field  and  grove. 

3  That  hand,  in  this  hard  heart  of  mine, 

Can  bid  each  virtue  live  ; 


THE  YEAR. 


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While  gentle  showers  of  grace  divine, 

Life,  beauty,  fragrance  give  : 

O  God  of  nature,  God  of  grace  ! 

Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart. 

And  bid  sweet  meditation  trace 
Spring  blooming  in  my  heart. 

s.  M.  D. 

The  Spring. 

1  SWEET  is  the  time  of  spring, 

When  nature’s  charms  appear ; 

The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing, 

And  hail  the  opening  year : 

But  sweeter  far  the  spring 
Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 

When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King, 
Who  loves  the  youthful  race. 

2  Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day, 

When  light  just  streaks  the  sky  ; 

When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away. 

And  morning’s  beams  are  nigh: 

But  sweeter  far  the  dawn 
Of  piety  in  youth  ; 

When  doubt  and  darkness  are  withdrawn. 
Before  the  light  of  truth. 

3  Sweet  is  the  early  dew. 

Which  gilds  the  mountain’s  tops. 

And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  we  view. 
With  pearly  glittering  drops: 

But  sweeter  far  the  scene 
On  Zion’s  holv  hill, 

When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen 
Its  freshness  to  distill. 

7s. 

•  Springs  natural  and  spiritual 

1  PLEASING  spring  again  is  here; 

Trees  and  tields  in  bloom  appear; 

Hark  !  tlie  birds,  with  artless  lays. 

Warble  their  Creator’s  praise. 

2  Lord  !  afford  a  spring  to  me  ; 

Let  me  feel  like  what  I  see: 

Ah  !  my  winter  has  been  long, — 

Chilled  my  hopes,  suppressed  my  song. 


HYMNS. 


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How  the  soul  in  winter  mourns. 
Till  the  Lord,  the  Sun,  returns  ! 
Till  the  Spirit’s  gentle  rain 
Bids  the  heart  revive  again  ! 

O  beloved  Saviour  !  haste, 

Tell  me — all  the  storms  are  past : 
Speak,  and  by  thy  gracious  voice. 
Make  my  drooping  soul  rejoice. 


L.  M. 

The  Year  crowned  with  Goodness. 


ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy  ! 

Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, — 
While,  in  thy  temple,  we  appear. 

Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

While, — as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, — 

Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole  ; 

The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise. 

And  darkness,  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

The  flowery  spilng,at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 

The  summer-rays,  with  vigor,  shine 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours. 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores; 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care. 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 

Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid. 

With  morning-light  and  evening-shade. 


c.  M. 

Summer  and  Harvest. 


TO  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord, 
My  soul  !  wake  all  thy  powers : 

He  calls — and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest-hours. 

His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps ; 

My  tongue  !  his  goodness  sing  ; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time — 
The  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 


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THE  YEAR. 


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3  Well-pleased  the  husbandmen  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 

And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God !  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  ri^rhteousness  ; 

Smile  on  my  soul,  and,  with  thy  beams 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 

c.  M.'' 

•  Seed  time  and  Harvest. 

1  FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ; 

The  changing  seasons,  as  they  move, 

Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When,  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth, 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 

Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth. 

And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring’s  sweet  influence,  Lord  !  was  thine— 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew; 

Thou  gav’st  refulgent  suns  to  shine. 

And  soft  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  varied  mercies,  from  above, 

Matured  the  swelling  grain: 

A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love. 

And  plenty  Alls  the  plain. 

5  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway — 

Thy  hand  all  nature  hails: 

Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 

Summer  nor  winter,  fails. 

C.  M. 

•  Fruitful  Seasons  from  God. 

1  O  THOU  who  givest  all  their  food  ! — 

Causing  thy  sun  to  shine 
Upon  the  evil  and  the  good. — 

Earth’s  teeming  stores  are  thine. 

2  Thy  covenant  to  man  secures 

The  harvest  of  his  toil : 

Thv  faithful  word,  while  earth  endures. 

With  plenty  clothes  the  soil. 

3  The  wintry  frost,  the  flowery  prime,  . 

Alike  thy  laws  obey  : 


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Each  herb  and  blossom  knows  its  time, 
And  feels  the  quickening  ray. 

4  Revolving  seasons  still  proclaim 
I'hine  all-sustaining  word : 

Seed-time  and  harvest  speak  thy  name,— 
The  promise-keeping  Lord. 


C.  M. 


Close  of  the  Year. 


1  AWAKE,  ye  saints !  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 

Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 

Then  welcome  each  declining  day. 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 

Ere  ail  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature  !  speed  .your  course 

Ye  mortal  powers  !  decay  ; 

Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death. 

Ye  bring  eternal  day. 


c.  M. 


Time  short— Man  frail. 


1  THEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name  ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame. 

What  dying  worms  are  we  I 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whate’er  we  do,  where’er  we  be. 

We  ’re  traveling  to  the  grave. 

3  Good  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ! 

Th’  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead. 

Upon  life’s  feeble  strings. 

4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  wo, 

Attends  on  every  breath, — 

And. yet  how  unconcerned  we  go. 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  I 


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5  Waken,  O  Lord  !  our  drowsy  sense. 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road; 
And,  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence. 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 


DEATH. 


L.  M. 

Death  and  Burial  of  Saints. 

1  UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 

Take  this  new  ti'easure  to  thy  trust. 

And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds  ; — no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 

While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God’s  dying  Son  [bed  ! 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed  the 
Rest  here,  blest  saint ! — till,  from  his  throne, 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn! 

Attend,  O  earth  !  his  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust ; — a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 


8s  and  7s. 

Mourners  Comforted. 


1  CEASE,  ye  mourners  !  cease  to  languish, 

O’er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 

Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish. 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  .silent  steps  are  straying. 

Lonely,  through  night’s  deepening  shade. 
Glory’s  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th’  immortal  spirit’s  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving. 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high. 

In  his  glorious  presence  living. 

They  shall  never — never  die. 


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4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding. 

Sickness  there,  no  more  can  come ; 
There,  no  fear  of  wo,  intruding. 

Sheds  o’er  heaven  a  moment’s  gloom. 

5  Now,  ye  mourners!  cease  to  languish. 

O’er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 
They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 


c.  M. 

Dying  in  Uic  Lord. 


1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ; — 

“  Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  sleeping-bed. 


2  “  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blessed, — 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 

From  sufferings,  and  from  sins,  released. 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  “Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They  ’re  present  with  the  Lord ; 

The  la  bors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward.” 


c.  M. 

Mourning  with  Hope. 


1  WHY  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow 
When  God  recalls  his  own ; 

And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  wo, 
For  an  immortal  crown  ] 


2  Is  not  e’en  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given  1 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past — their  work  is  done. 

And  they  are  fully  blest ; 

They  fought  the  fight,  the  vict’ry  won. 
And  entered  into  rest. 


4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow, — 
God  has  recalled  his  own  ; 

But  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe, 

Still- say, — “  Thy  will  be  done  !” 


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C.  M. 

Prayer  in  view  of  Death. 

1  WHEN,  bending  o’er  the  brink  of  life, 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 

Waiting  to  pass  death’s  awful  flood, 

Great  God  !  at  thy  command  ; — 

2  When  every  long-loved  scene  of  life 
Stands  ready  to  depart ; 

When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart ; — 

3  O  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme  I 
Whose  arm  alone  can  save, — 

Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

4  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 
Beneath  my  sinking  head; 

And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine. 

Illume  my  dying  bed. 

5  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast. 

May  1  resign  my  breath. 

And  in  thy  fond  embraces  lose 
“  The  bitterness  of  death.” 

s.  M. 

Refections  on  ])ast  Generations. 

1  HOW  swift  the  torrent  roils. 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 

The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity  ! 

2  Our  fathers  ! — where  are  they. 

With  all  they  called  their  own? — 

Their  joys  and  griefs— and  hopes  and  cares 
And  wealth  and  honor — gone  ! 

i  3  But  joy  or  grief  succeeds 

Beyond  our  mortal  thought. 

While  still  the  remnant  of  their  dust 
Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 

4  There,  where  the  fathers  lie. 

Must  all  the  children  dwell ; 

I  Nor  other  heritage  possess, 

But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

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5  God  of  our  fathers  !  hear, — 

Thou  everlasting  friend  ’ — 

While  we,  as  on  life’s  utmost 'verge. 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 


6  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 

Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 


L.  M. 

Death  of  the  Righteous. 


1  HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies, — 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest! 

How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 

How  gently  heaves  th’  expiring  breast  I 


2  So  fades  a  summer-cloud  aw'ay  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o’er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 

So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound. 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 


4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears  ! 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell* 
How  bright  th’  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  w'orld  1  farewell ! 


5  Life’s  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies; 

While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, — 
“  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !” 


8s  and  7s. 

The  dying  Saint  comforted. 


1  HAPPY  soul  !  thy  days  are  ending, 
All  thy  mourning  days  below: 
Go,  the  angel-guards  attending — 
'To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go ! 

Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above  ; 
Shows  the  fulness  of  his  merit — 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 


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2  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 

Die — to  live  a  life  of  glory  ; 

Suffer — with  thy  Lord  to  reign  : 
Struggle,  through  thy  latest  passion. 
To  thy  dear  Redeemer’s  breast, — 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, — 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 


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7s  and  4. 

Support  in  Death. 


1  WHEN  the  vale  of  death  appears,-! 

Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, — 
Kind  Forerunner  !  soothe  my  fears. 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way ; 
Break  the  shadows, — 

Usher  in  eternal  day. 

2  Upward  from  this  dying  state, 

Bid  my  waiting  soul  aspire  ; 

Open  thou  the  chrystal  gate  ; 

To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre : 

Then,  triumphant, — 

I  will  join  th’  immortal  choir. 

3  When  the  mighty  trumpet  blown. 

Shall  the  judgment-dawn  proclaim; 
From  the  central,  burning  throne, 

Mid  creation’s  final  flame  ; 

With  the  ransomed, — 

Thou  wilt  own  my  worthless  name. 


c.  M. 


1  THAT  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead 

Each  mournful  thought  employs; 

And  nature  weeps,  her  comforts  fled. 

And  withered  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time,— 

When  what  we  now  deplore 
Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Then  cease,  fond  nature  !  cease  Ihy  tears 

Religion  points  on  high  ;  ’ 


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There  everlasting  spring  appears, 

And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

628.  Death  of  an  Infant. 

1  SO  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower,— 
Frail  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ! 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 

And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind, — no  lenient  art. 

To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart  1 

'  Spirit  of  grace  !  be  ever  nigh. 

Thy  comforts  are  not  made  to  die. 

3  Bid  gentle  patience  smile  on  pain, 

Till  dying  hope  shall  live  again  ; 

Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow’s  eye 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 

C.  M. 

The  Giave  peaceful. 

1  HOW  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 
Where,— life’s  vain  tumults  past,— 

Th’  appointed  house,  by  heaven’s  decrt^xS, 
Receives  us  all  at  last  I 

2  The  wicked  there  from  troubling  ceaso, 
Their  passions  rage  no  more; 

And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils"  he  bore. 

3  All,  leveled  by  the  hand  of  death. 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb. 

Till  God,  in  judgment,  call  them  forth 
To  meet  their  final  doom. 

c.  M. 

Prospect  of  Death. 

1  MY  soul !  come,  meditate  the  day, 

And  think  how  near  it  stands. 

When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  And  you,  my  eyes  !  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 

This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
Whene’er  the  summons  come. 


DEATH. 


3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 

Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 

And  converse  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above. 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 

And  wonder,  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 

And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away, 

To  their  eternal  home. 


8s  anti  7s. 

Spirit  of  a  dying  Christian. 


1  PARTING  soul !  the  flood  awaits  thee, 
And  the  billows  round  thee  roar; 

Yet  rejoice, — the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 


2  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory, 
,  There  the  living  waters  glide  ; 

There  the  just  in  shining  raiment. 

Standing  by  Immanuel’s  side. 

3  Linger  not, — the  stream  is  narrow, 

Though  its  cold  dark  waters  rise  ; 

He,  who  passed  the  flood  before  thee. 
Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 


L.  M. 

Death  disarmed. 


1  WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die? 
What  tim’rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy. 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife. 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 

Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life. 

Fond  oi  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste 
Fly  fearless  through  death’s  iron  gate  — 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

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4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 

While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 

And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


c  M. 

Comfort  in  the  Death  of  Friends. 


1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. 
Or  shake  at  death’s  alarms'? 

’T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 


2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too. 

As  fast  as  time  can  move? 

Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 

There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blessed. 

And  softened  every  bed  : 

Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high. 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  ; 

Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly. 

At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 

Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ! 

Ye  saints  !  ascend  the  skies. 


s.  M. 

Silent  Submission.  - 

1  PEACE  !  ’t  is  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  hand 

That  blasts  our  joys  in  death  ; 
Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear. 

And  gathers  back  our  dust. 

2  ’T  is  he,  the  Potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above. 

Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule,  . 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 


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3  ’T  is  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice  ; 

Yet  scatters,  with  unwearied  hand, 

A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  covenant-God  and  Father  he, 

In  Christ,  our  bleeding  Lord  ; 

Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart. 

With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Silent  we  own  Jehovah’s  name, — 

We  kiss  thy  chastening  hand  ; 

And  yield  our  comforts  and  our  life. 

To  thy  supreme  command. 


CM. 

•  Triumph  aver  Death. 

1  GREAT  God!  I  own  the  sentence  just, 

And  nature  must  decay  ; 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust. 

To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o’er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 

My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives. 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqueror  shall  appear. 

High  on  a  royal  seat ; 

And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes. 

Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet.  ' 


4  Then  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face. 

With  strong,  immortal  eyes  ; 

And  feast  upon  thine  unknown  grace. 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 


12s  and  11s. 

A  Funeral  Hymn. 


I  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee. 

Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb ; 

The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals  before 
thee. 

And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
. the  gloom. 


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2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — we  no  longer  behola 

thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy 
side  ; 

But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 
thee, 

And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Sinless  hath 
died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — and,  its  mansion 

forsaking. 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 
long ; 

But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy 
waking. 

And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  w’as  the  se¬ 
raphim’s  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee. 

Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  thy 
guide ; 

He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 
thee. 

And  death  hath  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour  hath 
died. 


C.  M. 

Victory  over  Death. 

1  OH  !  for  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours ; 

To  triumph  o’er  the  monster,  death. 

And  all  his  frightful  powers! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have. 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, — 
“Where  is  thy  boasted  vict’ry,  grave) 

O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting?” 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I ’m  secure  ; 

Death  has  no  sting  beside  : 

The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power. 

But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid  ; — 

Who  makes  us  conquerors,  while  we  die. 
Through  Christ,  our  living  head. 


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:?Oo  c.  M. 

The  Death  uj  Children. 

1  YE  mourning  saints  !  whose  streaming  tears 

Flow  o’er  your  children  dead, — 

Say  not  in  transports  of  despair, 

That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  While,  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 

Rise,  and  with  joy,  and  reverence,  view 
A  heavenly  parent  nigh. 

3  Though — your  young  branches  torn  away, — 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand  ; 

With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 

Touched  by  th’  Almighty’s  hand. 

4  ‘*1  ’ll  give  the  mourner,”  saith  the  Lord, 

“In  my  own  house  a  place; 

No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

5  “Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 

A  rising  race  can  give ; 

In  endless  honor  and  delight. 

My  children  all  shall  live.” 

6  We  welcome.  Lord  i  those  rising  tears, 

Through  which  thy  face  we  see ;  [hearts, 
And  bless  those  wounds  which,  through  our 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee. 


L.  M. 

The  Christian's  parting  Hour. 


1  HOW  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day. 

When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene; 

And  the  broad  sun’s  retiring  ray 
Sheds  a  mild  lustre  o’er  the  scene ! 

2  Such  is  the  Christian’s  parting  hour, — 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest; 

When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with  power, 
Strengthens  and  cheers  his  languid  breast. 

3  Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, — 

3’hat  smile,  upon  his  wasted  cheek  I 
They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh, 

In  language  which  no  tongue  can  speak. 


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HYMNS. 


4  A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 

The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road ; 

And  angels  are  attending  near, 

To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 

5  Who  would  not  wish  to  die,  like  those 

Whom  God’s  own  Spirit  deigns  to  bless 
To  sink  into  that  soft  repose, 

Then  wake  to  perfect  happiness  I 


c.  M. 

The  Christians  Farewell. 


1  YE  golden  lamps  of  heaven  !  farewell, 

With  all  your  feeble  light ; 

Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon  ! 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day  ! 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed, — 

My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere. 
No  more  demands  thv  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode  ; 

The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  see  my  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 

Nor  shall  one  moment’s  darkness  mix. 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes ; 

Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite  ; 

And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 
With  inflnite  delight. 


C.  M. 


1  IN  vain  the  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death, — 

The  glories  that  surround  a  saint. 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 


DEATH. 


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2  One  gentle  sigh  the  fetters  breaks ; 

We  scarce  can  say, — He ’s  gone  ! — 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Its  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives — but  ail  its  efforts  fail, — 

To  trace  the  spirit’s  flight ; 
i  No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
I  Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

^4  Thus  much — and ’t  is  enough  to  know — 
P  Saints  are  completely  blest ; 
j.  Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 

I  And  with  the*ir  Saviour  rest. 

I  5  On  harps  of  gold,  they  praise  his  name, 
i  And  see  him  face  to  face : 

I  Oh  !  let  us  catch  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  live  in  his  embrace. 


c.  M. 


TVie  earthly  and  heavenly  House. 


1  THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 

Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 

And  here  my  spirit,  waiting,  stands, 

Till  G*d  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolv^ed  and  fall ; 

Then,  O  my  soul !  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heavenly  Father’s  call. 

3  ’T  is  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

Who  forms'thee  fit  for  heaven  ; 

And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place. 

Hath  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We  ’re  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  ’T  is  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see ; 

We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh. 

And  present,  Lord  !  with  thee. 


c.  M. 


A  Voice  from  the  'Vomh. 

1  HARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  I 
My  ears  !  attend  the  cry — 


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HYMNS. 


“Ye  living  men  !  come  view  the  ground. 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  “  Princes  !  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers ; 

The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours.” 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  1 

And  are  we  still  secure  1 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb. 

And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace. 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 

We  ’ll  rise  above  the  sky. 


s.  M. 

Death  and  the  Resurrection. 


1  AND  must  this  body  die  1 —  . 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ] 

And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  1 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace. 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine ; 

And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus’  dying  love  ; 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 

And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord  !  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs  : 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise. 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


S.  L.  M. 


•  77ie  Death- Bed  of  the  Righteous. 

1  THIS  place  is  holy  ground ; 

World  !  with  thy  cares,  away  1 


DEATH. 


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Silence  and  darkness  reign  around ; 

But  lo  !  the  break  of  day  ! 

What  bright  and  sudden  dawn  appears, 
To  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears  ! 

2  Behold  the  bed  of  death, — 

This  pale  and  lovely  clay  ! 

Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath  1 
Marked  ye  the  eyes'  last  ray  ? — 

No  ! — life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 

It  lapsed  in  immortality. 

3  Could  tears  revive  the  dead, 

Rivers  should  swell  our  eyes; 

Could  sighs  recall  the  spirit  lied, 

We  would  not  quench  our  sighs, 

Till  love  relumed  this  altered  mien, 

And  all  th'  embodied  soul  were  seen. 

4  Bury  the  dead, — and  weep. 

In  stillness,  o’er  the  loss; 

Bury  the  dead, — in  Christ  they  sleep, 
Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross. 

And,  from  the  grave,  their  dust  shall  rise 
In  his  own  image  to  the  skies. 


C.  M. 


Funeral. 


1  BENEATH  our  feet  and  o’er  our  head. 

Is  equal  warning  given  ; 

Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, — 
Above  us,  is  the  heaven.^ 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze. 

And  lurks  in  every  flower: 

Each  season  has  its  own  disease. 

Its  peril — every  hour. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth’s  soft  cheek  decay. 

And  fate  descend,  in  sudden  night, 

On  manhood’s  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb ; 

And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage. 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ] 


590 


HYMNS. 


5  Turn,  mortal  !  turn  ;  thy  danger  know ; 

Where’er  thy  foot  can  tread, 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below. 

And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

6  Turn,  Christian  !  turn  ;  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given; 

The  forms, which  underneath  thee  lie, 

Shall  live,  for  hell,  or  heaven. 

c.  M. 

Death  and  Eternity. 

1  STOOP  down,  my  thoughts  !  that  used  to  rise; 

Converse  a  while  with  death  ; 

Think — how  a  gasping  mortal  lies. 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quivering  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few  ; 

Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 

He  bids  the  world  adieu  ! 

3  But  Oh  1  the  soul  that  never  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  : 

Ye  thoughts  !  pursue  it  where  it  flies. 

And  track  its  wondrous  way  : — 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell. 

It  mounts,  triumphant  there; — 

Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 

In  inflnite  despair. 

5  And  must  this  body  faint  and  die] 

And  must  this  soul  remove  1 
Oh  !  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh. 

To  bear  it  safe  above ! 

6  Jesus  !  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 

And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command. 

To  drop  into  my  dust. 

L.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  dying  Christian. 

1  GENTLY,  my  Saviour  !  let  me  down, 

To  slumber  in  the  arms  of  death : 

I  rest  my  soul  on  thee  alone. 

E’en  fill  my  last  expiring  breath. 


DEATH. 


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2  Soon  will  the  storm  of  life  be  o’er, 

And  I  shall  enter  endless  rest : 

There  1  shall  live  to  sin  no  more, 

And  bless  thy  name  for  ever  blest. 

3  Bid  me  possess  sweet  peace  within  ; 

Let  childlike  patience  keep  my  heart; 
Then  shall  I  feel  my  heaven  begin, 
Before  my  spirit  hence  depart. 

4  Hasten  thy  chariot,  God  of  love  ! 

And  fetch  me  from  this  world  of  wo ; 

I  long  to  reach  those  joys  above, 

And  bid  farewell  to  all  below. 

5  There  shall  my  raptured  spirit  raise 

Still  louder  notes  than  angels  sing, — 
High  glories  to  Immanuel’s  "grace, — 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King ! 


L  M. 


Mourning  with  Submission. 


1  THE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 

The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh. 

When  righteous  persons  fall  around, — 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murm’ring  thought 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th’  almighty,  ever-living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  numerous  train  of  ills. 

Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 

Yet  shall  our  hope  in  Ihee,  our  God, 

O’er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Our  Father-God  !  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  Rock,  our  Portion  and  our  Friend ; 
And  on  thy  covenant-love  and  truth, 

Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 


c  M. 

The  Death  of  a  Youin. 


1  WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatcthed  away, 
By  death’s  resistless  hand. 

Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

That  pity  must  demand. 


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592 


HYMNS. 


2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh  !  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  awful  power, — “1  too  must  die  !” 

Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 

It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, — 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  Oh  !  let  us  fly — to  Jesus  fly — 

W'hose  powerful  arm  can  save; 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 

And  triumph  o’er  the  grave. 

5  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  grace  impart. 

With  cleansing,  healing  power; 

This  only  can  prepare  the  heart. 

For  death’s  surprising  hour. 

'  ^  -JL  •  Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

1  THROUGH  sorrow’s  night,  and  danger’s  path, 
'  Amid  the  deepening  gloom. 

We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  king, 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more. 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 

Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude. 

Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done  securely  laid 

In  this’our  last  retreat, 

Unheeded,  o’er  our  silent  dust. 

The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane. 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  ; 

For,  o’er  life’s  wreck,  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  Those  ashes  too, — this  little  dust, — 

Our  Father’s  care  shall  keep. 

Till  tht.'  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love’s  soft  dew,  o’er  every  eye, 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 


DEATH. 

And  the  long-silent  dust  shall  burst. 

With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

c.  M. 

Death  dreadful  or  delightful. 

1  DEATH  ! — ’tis  a  melancholy  day, 

.To  those  who  have  no  God, _ 

W^hen  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

vain,  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eves _ _ 

But  guilt  a  heavy  chain,  ^ 

Still  drags  her  downv^ard  from  the  skies, 
lo  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

^  ■^^'^^ke,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  wo ! 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear ; 

Why  will  ye  sink  to  flames  below. 

And  dwell  for  ever  there  1 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  fgr  you. 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 

And  thou,  my  soul !  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recovering  grace. 

c.  M. 

Death  and  Judgment  appointed  to  all. 

1  HEAVEN  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree, 

lhat  Adam's  race  must  die  ; 

One  general  ruin  sweeps  them  down, 

And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 

2  Ye  living  men  !  the  tomb  survey. 

Where  you  must  shortly  dwell  ; 

Hark  !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds, 

In  every  funeral-knell ! 

3  Once  you  must  die— and  once  for  all,— 

The  solemn  purport  weigh  ; 

For  know,  that  heaven  and"" hell  are  hung 
On  that  important  day.  ^ 

4  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veiled, 

Must  wake  the  Judge  to  see  ; 

And  every  word,  and  every  thought, 

Must  pass  his  scrutiny.  ^ 


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HYMNS. 


5  Oh  !  may  I,  in  the  Judge,  behold 
My  Saviour  and  my  Friend ; 
And,  far  above  the  reach  of  death, 
With  all  thy  saints  ascend. 


J  a  DGMENT. 


7s. 


Christ  coming  to  save  his  People. 


1  HARK— that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 

Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  I 
Jesus  comes — and,  through  the  sky, 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

2  Hark  ! — the  trumpet’s, awful  voice 

Sounds  abroad  through  sea  and  land; 
Let  his  people  now  rejoice. 

Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

3  See  ! — the  Lord  appears  in  view ; 

Heaven  and  earth  before  him  fly ; 
Rise,  ye  saints  !  he  comes  for  you, — 
Rise,  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4  Go  and  dwell  with  him  above. 

Where  no  foe  can  e’er  molest ; 

Happy  in  the  Saviour’s  love. 

Ever  blessing,  ever  blest. 


c.  M. 


God,  the  awfid  Judge. 


1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts  ! 

And  thou,  O  earth  !  adore  ; 

Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coasts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky. 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne : 

There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie. 

Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  Think,  O  my  soul  !  the  dreadful  day. 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea. 

And  send  his  wrath  abroad. 


I 


JUDGMENT. 

4  What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do  1 

He  once  deiied  the  Lord ; 

But  he  shall  dread  the  thunderer  noWj 
And  sink  beneath  his  word. 

5  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll 

'fo  blast  the  rebel- worm, 

And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul. 

In  one  eternal  storm. 


666 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

Christ  coming  to  Jiuigment. 

1  LO!  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
Hallelujah  ; — 

Jesus  shall  for  ever  reiern. 


2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him. 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty; 

Those  who  set  at  nought,  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree. 
Deeply  wailing, — 

Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 


3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain. 

Heaven,  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  ; 
Come  to  judgment ! — 

Come  to  judgment, — come  away. 

4  Now  the  Saviour,  long-expected, 

See,  in  solemn  pomp,  appear ! 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 
Hallelujah  ! — 

Sec  tiie  day  of  God  appear. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

^  ^  •  •  The  J udgment  welcomed. 

1  LO  !  he  comet h. — countless  trumpets 
Wake  to  life  the  slumbering  dead ; 
•  Mid  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels. 
See  their  great  exalted  Head  : 
Hallelujah  ! — 

Welcome,  welcome.  Son  of  God  ! 


595 

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I 


HYMNS. 


596 

2  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear  : 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him — 
Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear  ; 
Hallelujah  ! — 

Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine  ! 

3  “  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father  ! 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 

Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows  ; 

Endless  praise  be  your  employ:” 
Hallelujah! — 

Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 


c.  M. 

Everlasting  Absence  of  God  intolerable, 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th’  appointed  hour  makes  haste, — 
When  1  must  stand  before  my  judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys  ! 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart  ! 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound — Depart ! 

3  Oh  !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair — 

To  see  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  station,  where 
1  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

4  Jesus  !  I  throw  my  arms  around. 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 

Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 

Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book. 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

669.  The  Judgment  anticipated. 

1  WHEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O’erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 

I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, — 

Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear? 


JUDGMENT. 


597 


2  If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought. 

My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks. 

And  trembles  at  the  thought; — 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed, 

In  majesty  severe, 

And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul,— 

Oh  !  how  shall  1  appear  1 

4  Then  see  my  sorrows,  gracious  Lord  ! 

Let  mercy  set  me  free  ; 

While,  in  the  confidence  of  prayer. 

My  heart  takes  hold  of  thee. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair  * 

Thy  mercy  to  procure; 

Since  thy  beloved  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  mercy  sure. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

The  Judgvttni-Trumpet. 


•  1  HARK  ! — the  judgment-trumpet  sounding 
Rends  the  skies  and  shakes  the  poles ; 
Lo!  the  day,  with  wrath  abounding. 
Breaks  upon  astonished  souls: 

Every  creature 

Now  the  awful  Judge  beholds. 

2^  Jesus,  captain  of  salvation. 

Leads  his  armies  down  the  skies , 

Every  kindred,  tribe  and  nation. 

From  the  sleep  of  death,  arise  : 

Heaven’s  loud  summons 
Fills  the  woj’ld  with  dread  surprise. 

3  Zion’s  king,  his  throne  ascending, 

^  Calls  Ills  saints  before  his  face  ; 

Crowns,  with  glory  never-ending. 

All  the  children  of  his  grace ; 

Heaven  shall  echo; — 

Songs  of  triumph  till  the  place. 

.'4  Look  beneath,  where  hell  is  burning! 

'j»  'J'here  the  sons  of  darkness  lie; 

^  Hope  to  black  despair  is  turning; 

There,  the  worm  shall  never  die; 

Careless  sinner ! — 

Oh  !  to  Jesus  quickly  fly. 


598 


HYMNS. 


I 


661 


L.  M. 

The  Judgment- Scene. 

1  THE  Lord  shall  come, — the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake; 


And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 


2  The  Lord  shall  come, — but  not  the  same 
As  once,  in  lowliness,  he  came, — 

A  silent  lamb  before  his  l^^s, — 

A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come, — a  dreadful  form, 
With  rain  bow- wreath,  and  robes  of  storm. 
On  cherub-wings  and  wings  of  wind, — 
Appointed  judge  of  all  mankind. 

4  Can  this  be  he,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world’s  highway; 
Oppressed  by  power,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene — the  Crucified] 


5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, — 

“  Rocks, — hide  us  !— mountains  !  on  us  fall !” 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb. 

Shall  joyful  sing, — “  The  Lord  is  come  !” 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

Saints  and  Sinners  judged. 


1  DAY  of  judgment!  day  of  wonders! 
Hark  ! — the  trumpet’s  awful  sound. 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  : 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner’s  heart  confound  ! 


2  See  the  .Tudge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 

You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say, — “  This  God  is  mine  I” 
Gracious  Saviour ! 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

^  Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 

All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken, 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner ! 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ] 


JUDGMENT. 


4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 


Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 


He  will  say, — “Come  near,  ye  blessed  ! 

See  the  kingdom  1  bestow  ! 

You  for  ever 

Shall  my  love  and  glory  know.’’ 


'663. 


^’s  and  7s.  Irregular. 

Christy  coming  to  Judgment. 

1  GREAT  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear?- 
The  end  of  things  created  ! 

Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ! 

The  trumpet  sounds — the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before  !- 
Prepare,  my  soul !  to  meet  him. 


2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

^  At  the  last  trumpet’s  sounding. 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies. 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding: 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay. 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day. 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 


ft  3  Great  God?  what  do  I  see  and  hear? _ 

IThe  end  of  things  created  ! 

Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ! 

Low  at  his  cross  J  view  the  day, 

W^hen  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awayj 
And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 


s.  M. 

The  Judgment  in  Prospect. 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend? 

And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  ali-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day. 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 


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Hark  ! — from  the  gosper.^  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners!  seek  his  grace, — 

His  wrath  ve  cannot  bear ; 

FJy  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 

And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove. 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pou. 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 


665. 


c.  P.  M. 

The  Saint  at  Christ’s  right  Hand. 


1  WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge  !  shall  come 
To  fetch  thy  ransomed  people  home. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 

Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 

Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die. 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ] 

2  Blest  Saviour!  grant  it  by  thy  grace; 

Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place. 

In  this  th^  accepted  day ; 

Thy  pard’ning  voice.  Oh  !  let  me  hear, 

To  still  my  unbelieving  fear. 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 


3  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 

Whene’er  th’  archangel’s  trump  shall  sound 
To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 

Then  filled  with  rapture  shall  I  sing. 

While  heaven’s  resounding  mansions  ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

The  Sinner's  Doom. 


1  SEE  th’  eternal  Judge  descending, 

View  him  seated  on  his  throne  ! 

Now.  poor  sinner!  now  lameniing. 
Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom  ; — ■ 
Trumpets  call  thee  ! — 

Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting. 

Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain  ; 


t 


JUDGMENT. 

While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting, 

That  he  ne’er  was  born  again  ! 

Greatly  mourning, — 

That  he  ne’er  was  born  again  ! — 

3  “  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 

Oh  !  that  I  had  sought  his  favor. 

When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move  ! 

Golden  moments, — 

When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move.” 

4  Now,  despisers  !  look  and  wonder  ; 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part  * 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder. 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound, — “Depart!” 
Lost  forever, — 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound, — “Depart!” 

L.  M. 

•  The  Day  of  Wrath. 

1  THAT  day  of  wrath  !— that  dreadful  day. 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  !- 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner’s  stayl 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day,— 

2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll. 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 

And  louder  yet— and  yet  more  dread,— 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead 

3  Oh  !  on  that  day— that  wrathful  day. 

When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ !  the  sinner’s  stay,— 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

s.  M. 

The  Lord^  coming  to  Judgment. 

BEHOLD !  the  day  is  come. 

The  righteous  Judge  is  near  ; 

And  sinners,  trembling  at  their  doom. 

Shall  soon  their  sentence  hear. 

Angels,  in  bright  attire. 

Conduct  him  through  the  skies; 

Darkness  and  tempests,  smoke  and  fire, 
Attend  him  as  he  flies. 

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HYMNS. 


3  How  awful  is  the  sight  ! 

How  loud  the  thunders  roar ! 

The  sun  forbears  to  give  his  lights 
And  stars  are  seen  no  more. 

4  The  whole  creation  groans, 

But  saints  arise  and  sing  ; 

They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
And  he  their  God  and  King. 


HEAVEN. 


The  cheering  Prospect  of  Heaven. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  tim’rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  : 

And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink. 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove,— 

Those  ghiomy  doubts  that  rise, — 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 

Willi  unbeclouded  eyes  ; — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

An-i  view  the  landscape  o’er, — 

Not  .Iordan’s  streams,  nor  death’s  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


HEAVEN. 


L.  M. 

The  Worship  of  Heaven. 

1  OH  !  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 

To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 

From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, — 

The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns. 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

Adori  ng  saints  and  angels  fall  ; 

And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all. 


3  Immortal  glories  crown  liis  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th’  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles, — and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  joyful  longues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  foll’wers  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir; 

Oh  !  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire. 


6  Dear  Saviour!  let  thy  Spirit  seal 
Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place  ; 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil. 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 


7s. 

The  Songs  and  Bliss  of  Heaven. 


1  HIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light. 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immaniad’s  love  : 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears. 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below. 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
J’orturing  pain, .and  heavy  wo. 

2  Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Mid  tlE  angelic  hu’es  above. 

Hark  I  their  songs  melodious  rise, 
Songs  of  prai.se  to  Jesus’  love  : 
^^PPy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entraiic.  find, — 


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HYMNS. 


Lulled  to  rest,  the  aching  head, 

Soothed,  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, — 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose  ; 

There  no  cloud  can  intervene. 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows : 

Every  tear  is  wiped  away. 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast ; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day,  . 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 


s.  M. 


Rest  for  the  weary  Sottl. 


1  OH  !  where  shall  rest  be  found, — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  1 
^T  were  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

1’he  bliss  for  wh'ich  we  sigh  ; 

’T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 

There  is  a  life  above. 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 

Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun; 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face. 

And  evermore  undone. 


c  M. 


Freedom  from  Sin  and  Sorrow. 


1  HOW  happy  are  the  souls  above. 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free ! 

With  Jesus  they  are  now  at  rest, 

And  all  his  glory  see. 

2  “Worthy  the  Lamb,’’  aloud  they  cry, 

“That  brought  us  near  to  God 
In  ceaseless  hymns  of  praise,  they  shout 
.The  virtue*  of  his  blood. 


HEAVEN. 

8  Sweet  gratitude  inspires  their  songs, 
Ambitious  to  proclaim, 

Before  the  Father’s  awful  throne. 

The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  With  wondering  joy,  they  recollect. 

Their  fears  and  dangers  past ; 

And  bless  the  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Which  brought  them  safe  at  last. 

5  Lord  !  let  the  merit  of  thy  death 
-  To  me  be  likewise  given  ; 

And  I,  with  them,  will  shout  thy  praise, 
Through  all  the  courts  of  heaven. 


8s  and  6s.  Irregular. 

#  ^*  Things  temporal  and  eternal. 

1  OH !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade, 

Like  evening-lights  away, — 

For  hopes,  that,  like,  the  stars  decayed. 
Have  left  thy  mortal  day  ; 

For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart. 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given  ^ 

And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
xet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart. 

Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 

2  Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 
Into  the  lonely  grave. 

As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 
Along  the  restless  wave ; 

For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart. 

And  mournful  days  be  given. 

And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 

Yet  bli.ss  awaits  the  holy  heart. 

When  friends  rejoin  in  heaven. 

*  •  Heaven  anticipated. 

1  COME,  Lord !  and  warm  each  languid  heai 

Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue, 

of  heaven  impart 
J  heir  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Then  to  the  shining  realms  of  bliss 

The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar, 

And  all  the  charms  of  paradise 
Our  raptured  thoughts  explore. 

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608 


HYMNS. 


3  There  shall  the  foil  Vers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 

And  endless  honors  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

4  Lord  !  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love,— 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 

Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 

We  join  the  heavenly  choir. 


8s  and  6s.  Irregular. 
Heaven  anticipated. 


1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  giVen  : 

There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 

A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

’T  is  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 

When  tossed  on  life’s  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean.rolls. 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven.  , 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by. 

The  evening-shadows  quickly  fly. 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 

There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; — 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb. 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


c.  M. 


The  Peace  and  Repose  of  Heaven. 


1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 

For  those  with  cares  oppressed, 

When  sighs  and  sorr’wing  tears  shall  cease 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest. 

2  ’T  is  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 

And  doubts  which  here  annoy; 

Then  they,  who  oft  have  sown  in  tears, 

Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

3  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose. 

Where  storms  assail  no  more; 


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HEAVEN. 

The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows, 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

4  There,  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy; 

sown  in  tears, 
i^hali  reap  again  in  joy. 

C.  M. 

Heaven  unseen  and  immortal. 

1  HOW  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 

A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals.  ' 

2  Oh!  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 
On  strong,  immortal  wing, 

And  leach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  ! _ 

3  There,  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 
And  there — divine  employ — 

Thy  love  triumphant  they  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

4  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day, 

0  er  all  the  blissful  place'; 

Who  would  not  leave  this  house  of  clay 
And  fly  to  thine  embrace  ] 

c.  M. 

•  Union  of  Sain4e  in  Heaven  and  on  Earth. 

^  US  join  our  friends  above, 

Who  have  obtained  the  prize. 

And,  on  the  eagle-wings  of  love. 

To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glor}'’  gone. 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one  : _ 

3  One  family, — we  dwell  in  him; 

One  church, — above,  beneath  ; 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream— 

The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

.  4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 


4 


608 


HYMNS. 


Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood. 

And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ev’n  now  to  their  eternal  home 
Some  happy  spirits  fly; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  soon  expect  to  die! 

6  Dear  Saviour  !  be  our  constant  guide  ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given. 

Bid  Jordan’s  narrow  stream  divide. 

And  land  us  safe  in  heaveiik 

L  M 

Rising  to  God. 

1  NOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 

Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time; 

Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth. 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth? 

Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys. 

So  near  to  heaven’s  eternal  joys? 

3  Should  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 

When  we  are  walking  back  to  God? 

For  strangers  into  life  we  come. 

And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge! 

That  sets  our  longing  soifls  at  large. 

Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell. 

And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

*  5  To  dwell  with  God— to  feel  his  love. 

Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above ; 

And  the  sweet  expectation  now 
Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

c.  M. 

7%e  Heavenly  City, 

1  JERUSALEM  ! — my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, — 

When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  wallf 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 


/ 


HEAVEN. 


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Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  Oh  !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God  ! 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend  1 — 

Where  congregatior  '^e’er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  wo. 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
Jerusalem  I  soon  shall  view, 

In  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Redeemed  saints  and  angels,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ,  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem  ! — my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 

Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


The  Perpetuity  of  Heaven, 


1  FRIEND  after  friend  departs: 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend? 

There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 
That  finds  not  here  an  end  : 

Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest. 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest,  n 

»2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time. 

Beyond  the  reign  of  death. 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 
Where  life  is  not  a  breath ; 

Nor  life’s  affections,  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upwards  and  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 

A  long  eternity  of  love,^ 

Formed  for  the  good  alone ; 

And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here. 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

4'ill  all  have  passed  away  ; 


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HYMNS. 


As  morning  high  and  higher  shines. 

To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 

Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 

But  hide  themselves  in  heaven’s  own  light, 

joq  c.  M. 

*  ^  ^  •  Heaven :  —for  Sunday-  Schools. 

1  THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 

Above  the  starry  sky  ; 

Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

2  And  hark  l-^amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise. 

Ten  thousand,  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know. 

If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 

That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go. 

If  found  in  wisdom’s  way. 

4  This  is  the  joy  we  ought  to  seek. 

And  make  our  chief  concern  ; 

For  this  we  come,  from  week  to  week. 

To  read,  and  hear,  and  learn. 

6  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run. 

Our  mortal  frame  decay  ; 

Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one. 

Must  pass  from  earth  away. 

6  Great  God  !  impress  the  serious  thought. 
This  day,  on  every  breast ; 

That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  enter  to  thy  rest. 


C.  M. 

The  Joys  unseen. 


1  NOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known. 

What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared. 

For  those  who  love  the  Son. 


2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  : 
The  beams  of  glory,  in  his  word. 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 


HEAVEN. 


611 


3  Pure  arc  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace; 

No  wanton  lip,  nor  envious  eye, 

Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

•  Pollution,  sin,  and  shame; 

None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 

But  foll’wers  of  the  Lamb. 

L.  M. 

Heaven  alone  unfading. 

1  HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies! 

How  transient  every  earthly  bliss! 

How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 

2  The  evening-cloud,  the  morning-dew, 

The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower. 

Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true, — 

The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 

3  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die. 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 

There  is  a  land  whose  conflnes  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come  ' 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears: 

If  God  be  ours,  we  're  traveling  home, 

Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

C.  L  M. 

The  everlasting  Bliss  of  Heaven. 

1  HEAVEN  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease. 

Where  toils  and  tears  are  o’er ; — 

The  blissful  clime  of  rest  and  peace. 

Where  cares  distract  no  more ; 

And  not  the  shadow  of  distress 
Dims  its  unsullied  blessedness. 

2  Heaven  is  the  place  where  .Jesus  lives 

To  plead  his  dying  blood  ; 

.  While,  to  his  prayers,  his  Father  gives 

An  unknown  multitude,  [days, 

•Whose  harps  and  tongues,  through  endless 
Shall  crown  his  head  with  songs  of  praise. 


HYMNS. 


61 2 


3  Heaven  is  the  dwelling-place  of  joy, 
The  home  of  light  and  love, 
Where ‘faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die 
And  ransomed  souls  above 
Enjoy,  before  ih’  eternal  throne, 
Bliss  everlasting  and  unknown. 


c  M. 

T?ie  unseen  ami  blessed  World. 


1  FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise. 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 

Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore. 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise. 

And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know,— 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair  ; 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo. 

Can  never  enter  there. 

4  Oh  !  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 

Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord  !  by  grace  divine. 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high  ; 

Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 


8s  and  6s  Irregular. 
Nothing  like  Heaven. 


1  THIS  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore 

And,  like  a  baseless  vision. 

Its  lofty  domf's  and  brilliant  ore, 

Its  gems  and  crowns,  are  vnin  and  poor 
I'here ’s  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

2  Empires  decay  and  nations  die, 

Our  hopes  to  winds  arc  given  ; 

The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie^ 

Death  reigns  o’er  all  beneath  the  sky 
There ’s  nothing  sure  but  heaven. 


HEAVEN. 


613 


3  Creation’s  mighty  fabric  all 

Shall  be  to  atoms  riven, — 

The  skies  consume,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball ; — 

There ’s  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

4  A  stranger,  lonely  here  I  roam. 

From  place  to  place  am  driven ; 

My  friends  are  gone,  and  1  ’m  in  gloom, 

This  earth  is  all  a  dismal  tomb  ; — 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

5  The  clouds  disperse — the  light  appears, 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

Triumphant  grace  hath  quelled  my  fears;— 
Roll  on,  thou  sun  !  fly  swift,  my  years  ! 

I ’m  on  my  way  to  heaven. 

68Q  • 

»  Heaven  in  Prospect. 

1  ON  Jordan’s  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan’s  fair  and  happy  land. 

Where  my  possessions  lie.  - 

2  Oh  !  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 

Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O’er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There,  God,  the  Son,  for  ever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds— no  pois’nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  for  ever  blest? 

When  shall  I  see  my  P’ather’s  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 

Though  Jordan’s  wavers  should  round  me  roll, — 
Fearless  I ’d  launch  away. 

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614  HYMNS. 

6s  and  75 

^  ^  ^  •  77ic  Christian's  Flight  to  Heaven. 

1  WHAT  is  life  1  ’t  is  but  a  vapor ; 

Soon  it  vanishes  away  ; 

Life  is  but  a  dying  taper ; 

O  niy  soul !  why  wish  to  stay] 

Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly, 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ] 

2  See  that  glory — how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints; 

There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns — the  King  of  saints  : — 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Joyful  crowds,his  throne  surrounding. 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love  ; 

Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding 
Filling  all  the  courts  above  : 

Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

4  Go,  and  share  his  people’s  glory. 

Mid  the  ransomed  crowd  appear; — 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story. 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear : 

Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 


691. 


C.  M. 

The  blessed  Society  in  Heaven. 


1  RAISE  thee,  my  soul !  fly  up,  and  run 

Through  every  heavenly  street; 

And  say, — there ’s  nought  below  the  sun, 
That ’s  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  There,  on  a  high  majestic  throne, 

Th’  almighty  Father  reigns  ; 

And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down, 
On  all  the  blissful  plains. 

3  Bright,  like  the  sun,  the  Saviour  sits. 

And  spreads  eternal  noon  : 

No  evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights. 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 


HEAVEN. 


615 


4  Amid  those  ever-$hining  skies, 

Behold  the  sacred  Dove  ! 

While,  banished  sin,  with  sorrow,  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

5  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 

And  saints  and  seraphs  sing  and  praise 
The  infinite  'rhree-One. 

6  Jesus ! — and  when  shall  that  dear  day, — 
That  joyful  hour,  appear, 

When  1  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay, 

To  dwell  among  them  there  ! 

c.  M. 

The  everlaating  Song. 

1  EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long; 

’T  is  time,  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father !  to  thy  throne. 

And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There,  the  blest  man.  my  Saviour,  sits 

The  God  ! — how  bright  he  shines ! 

And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains. 

Circle  the  throne  around ; 

And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Tesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs,— 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ! 
lesus,  the  life  of*alI  our  joys, 

Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount,  and  join  their  song. 

And  be  an  angel  too  ; 

My  heart !  my  hand  !  my  ear  !  my  tongue  ! 
Here ’s  joyful  work  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here. 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise ; — 

Oh  !  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 


I 


616 


HYMNS. 


C.  M. 


1  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above, — iiow  great  their  joys, - 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  I  ask  them,— whence  their  vict’ry  camel 

They, with  united  breath. 

Ascribe  theii‘  conquest  to  the  Lamb, — 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

3  They  maidced  the  footsteps  he  had  trod  ; 

His  zeal  inspired  tiieir  breast;  ^ 

And,  foil’ wing  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  his  own  pattern  given, — 

While  the  long  cloud  of  v/itnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


C.  M. 

The  Worship  of  Earth  and  Heaven. 


1  FATHER  !  I  long,  I  faint,  to  see 

The  place  of  thine  abode ; 

I’d  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God  1 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face. 

And ’t  is  a  pleasing  sight ; 

But,  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  rd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  thron?j ; 

Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown.  . 

4  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen ; 

In  shining  ranks  they  move ; 

And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 

With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear, 

Th’  adoring  armies  fall  ; 

With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th’  eternal  All. 


HEAVEN. 


617 


6  Father  !  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 


I  M  leave  thine  earthly  courts  to  be 
For  ever  with  my  God. 


696. 


lls. 

Longing  for  Heaven. 


1  I  WOULD  not  live  always — I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o’er  Ihe  way  ; 
The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  followed  by  gloom,  and  beclouded  by  fear. 

2  I  would  not  live  always— no,— welcome  the  tomb ; 
bince  Jesus  hath  lain  Uj  ^e,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies.  . 

3  Who — who  would  live  always — away  from  his 

God 

Away  from  yon  heaven,  Jhat  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o’er  the  bright 
plains. 

And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  1 

4  There  saints  of  all  ages,  in  harmony  meet. 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll. 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 


C.  M. 


The  Martyrs  glorified. 


1  “THESE  glorious  minds, — how  bright  they 

shine ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array? 

How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day?” 

2  From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode; 

And  strangely  washed"  their  raiment  white. 

In  Jesus’  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 

Their  warbling  harps,  and  sacred  songs. 

Adore  the  Holy  One. 


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618 


HYMNS. 


4  The  unveiled  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  saints  reside, 

While  the  rich  treasures  of  his  grace 
See  all  their  wants  supplied. 

5  Hunger  and  thirst  for  ever  flee — 

Their  joys  for  ever  last : 

The  fruit  of  life’s  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 

And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 


7s. 

The  Redeemed  in  Heaven. 


1  WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 

Round  the  altar  night  and  day,  , 
Hymning  one  triumphant  song? — 
“Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain. 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power. 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain. 

New  dominion,  every  hour!” 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod. — 

These  from  great  affliction  came ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white. 
Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer’s  might 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown. 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them,  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne. 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead; 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs. 

Perfect  love  dispel  all  fears. 

And  for  ever  from  their  eyes, 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 


9b  and  6s 

Prosj>ect  (if  Heaven. 


ml  KJ  %  f  1/oy/c.v*- 

1  COME  away  to  the  skies — 


My  beloved  !  arise. 

And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wert  born , 


HEAVEN. 


619 


On  this  festival  day, 

Come  exulting  away, 

^  And,  with  singing,  to  Zion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love, 

With  our  treasure,  above, 

Though  our  bodies  continue  below; 

The  redeemed  of  the  Lord — 

We  remember  his  word. 

And,  with  singing,  to  paradise  go. 

3  For  thy  glory  we  were 
First  created,  to  share 

Both  thy  nature  and  kingdom  divine  ; 

Now  created  again, 

That  our  souls  may  remain. 

Both  ill  time  and  eternity,  thine. 

f 

4  With  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  thy  love. 

Which  hath  joined  us  in  Christ’s  precious  name ; 
So  united  in  heart 
That  we  never  can  part — 

We  shall  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

5  There.  Oh  !  there,  at  his  feel. 

We  shall  joyfully  meet. 

And  be  parted,  in  body,  no  more;  ✓ 

We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres. 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 

And  our  Saviour,  in  glory,  adore. 

G  “  Hallelujah  !” — we  sing. 

To  our  Father  and  King, 

And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

“Hallelujab  !” — again — 

Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet. 

699.  Longing  to  be  with  Christ. 

1  TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope. 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 

Oh  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim  !  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 


HYMNS. 


620 


2  My  Saviour  !  whom  absent  I  love  ; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power; — 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds,  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant-chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins. 

Arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  ’ll  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 


7s. 

Tht  Victory  of  tht  Saints. 


1  PALMS  of  glory,  raiment  bright. 

Crowns  that  never  fade  aw*ay. 

Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light, — 
Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors  they. 

2  Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

'  And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 

Vict’ry  through  his  cross  alone. 

3  Kings^for  harps  their  crowns  resign. 

Crying  as  they  strike  the  chords, — 
“Take  the  kingdom — it  is  thine, — 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords !” 

4  Round  the  altar,  priests  confess, — 

If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 

’T  was  their  Saviour’s  righteousness 
And  his  blood  that  made  them  so. 

5  Who  were  these? — On  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam’s  race, — 

'  Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt. 

But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 

6  They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  : — 

Ah  !  when  we  like  them  shall  die. 

May  our  souls,  translated  thus,^, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high  ! 


HEAVEN. 


621 


C.  M. 

The  New- Song  before  the  Throne. 

1  WHAT  blissful  harmonies  above, 

In  vocal  thunders  swell  ] 

The  perfecting  of  joy  and  love, 

What  raptured  legions  tell  ] 

2  The  glorious  apostolic  band, — 

Do  they  in  triumph  sing? 

Do  prophets  from  the  holy  land 
Their  inspiration  bring  ? 

3  Or  from  the  noble  army  breaks 

The  deep,  adoring  strain, 

Who  won  their  way  from  fiery  stakes. 
And  were  for  conscience  slain  ? 

4  Is  it  the  patriarchal  race 

That  breathe  the  sacred  song? 

Or  to  tile  heirs  of  gospel-grace 
Do  the  full  choirs  belong? 

5  For  each,  for  all,  the  Word  is  found 

Almighty  to  atone : 

All, — all  in  shining  hosts  surround 
'  The  bright  celestial  throne. 

6  Peoples,  and  languages,  and  tongues 

The  choral  anthem  raise: 

To  every  voice  and  speech  belongs 
The  work  of  heavenly  praise. 

c.  M. 

Earthly  and  heavenly  Good. 

1  HOW  vain  a  thought  is  bliss  below  ! 

’T  is  all  an  airy  dream ; 

How  empty  are  the  joys  that  flow 
On  pleasure’s  smiling  stream! 

2  Oh  !  let  my  nobler  vvishes  soar 

Beyond  these  realms  of  night ; 

In  heaven  substantial  bliss  explore, 
And  permanent  delight. 

3  No  fleeting  landscape  cheers  the  gaze. 

Nor  airy  form  beguiles  ; 

But  everlasting  bliss  displays 
Her  undissembled  smiles. 


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HYMNS. 


4  Adieu  to  all  below  the  skies ! 

Celestial  Guardian  !  come  ; 

On  thy  kind  wing,  my  soul  would  rise 
To  her  celestial  home. 


DISMISSIONS  AND  DOXOLOGIES. 


L.  M. 

Dismission. 


1  DISMISS  US,  with  thy  blessing.  Lord! 
Help  us  to  feed  upon^hy  word ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 

And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus’  blood ; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release. 

And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


704. 


L.  M. 

Praise  to  the  co-equal  Three. 


1  BLESSING  and  honor,  praise  and  love 
Co-equal,  Co-eternal  Three ! 

In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 

By  all  thy  works,  be  paid  to  thee. 


2  Thrice  Holy  !  thine  the  kingdom  is  ; 
The  power  omnipotent  is  thine  ; 
And  when  created  nature  dies. 

Thy  never-ceasing  glories  shine. 


L.  M. 

Praise  from  all  Creatures. 


1  PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  floir 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ! 

Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


DISMISSIONS  AND  DOXOLOGIES.  623 

L  M. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  TO  God,  the  Father — ^.God,  the  Son, — 

And  God,  the  Spirit — three  in  one, 

Be  honor,  praise,  and  ^lory  given, 

By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

h.  P.  M 

The  sacred  Three. 

1  NOW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glorv  given _ 

Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

c.  Mt 

/ 

The  Trinity  adored. 

1  LET  God,— the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit, — be  adored. 

Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

C.  M. 

A  grateful  Song  to  the  Trinity. 

1  IN  hope  to  join  th’  angelic  host 
And  all  the  ransomed  throng. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

'  We  raise  the  grateful  song. 

c.  M.  D. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

VV  ho  calls  our  souls  from  death. 

Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word 
And  new-creating  breath  ; 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit  all-divine, — 

The  one  in  thi'ce,  and  three  in  one,— 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


G24 


HYMNS. 


C.  P.  M. 

The  Source  of  all  Blessings. 

1  TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 

And  in  the  church  below  ; 

From  whom  all  creatures  draw. their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  blessed  the  earth, 
From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 


S.  M, 

Ascriptions  of  Angels  and  Saints. 

1  YE  angels  round  the  throne  ! 

And  saints  that  dwell  below ! 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

H.  M. 

Honor.,  GloPy.,  and  Praise. 

1  TO  God  the  Father’s  throne, 

Your  highest  honors  raise  ; 

Glory  to  God,  the  Son, — 

'i'o  God,  the  Spirit,  praise: 

With  all  our  powers. 

Eternal  King ! 

Thy  name  we  sing. 

While  faith  adores. 


714 


8s  and  7s. 

A  Benediction  implored. 


1  MAY  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father’s  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit’s  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above ! 

Let  us  thus  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord  ; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


715. 


8s  and  7s. 

Praise  to  the  Three  in  One. 


1  PRAISE  the  God  of  all  creation  ; 
Praise  the  Father’s  boundless  love  : 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation,— 
Priest  and  King  enthroned  above : 


DISMISSIONS  AND  DOXOLOGIES. 


Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, — 
Him  by  whom  our  Spirits  live ; 
Undi vided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


Ss  and  7s. 

Praise  tu  the  Lamb. 


^  praise  and  powei 

To  the  Lamb  be  ever  paid  ; 

Let  new  blessings,  every  hour, 
Rest  on  his  adored  head. 


625 


717 

*  •  Eternal  Praises  to  the  Trinity. 

1  SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  : 

Praise  him — all  ye  heavenly  host 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


7s. 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

A  ‘parting  Blessing  implored. 


1  LORD  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  i 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace:’ 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeemin.o'  ^race  : 

Oh  !  refresh  us — 

Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration. 

For  thy  gospel’s  joyful  sound; 

Let  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation- 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 

With  us  evermore  be  found. 


3  So,  whene’er  the  signal ’s  given. 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away. 

Borne  on  angels’  wings  to  heaven. 
Glad  to  leave  this  cumbrous  clay, 
May  w(‘  ever 

Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


8s,  7s  and  4 

The  Trinity  enthroned. 


1  GREAT  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, 
God,  the  Father — God,  tlie  Son — « 

53 


626 


HYMNS. 


God,  the  Spirit-joined  in  glory, 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 
Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  three  in  one.^ 


7s  and  6s. 
ErulLess  Praises. 


1  WE  ’LL  praise  thy  name  for  ever 
Thou  glorious  King  of  kings ! 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 
Each  ransomed  spirit  sings: 

We  ’ll  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 

And  shout  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


5s  and  6s. 

•  Praise  from  Angels  and  Saint* 

1  BY  angels  in  heaven 
Of  every  degree,  ' 

And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  addressed 
To  God  in  three  persons, — 
One  God  ever-blessed : 

As  hath  been,  and  now  is. 

And  always  shall  be. 

6s  and  4s. 

Boundless  Praise. 

1  TO  God— the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit — three  in  one. 

All  praise  be  given  ! 

Crown  him,  in  every  song; 

To  him  your  hearts  belong; 

Let  all  his  praise  prolong — 

On  earth — in  heaven. 


X 


.  1 


INDEX  OF  THE  FIRST  LINES. 


TJ 

Above  these  heavens’  created  roimds . Watts  "74 

A  broken  heart,  my  God  !  my  King  ! . V^'atts  98 

According  to  thy  gracious  word . ['.Muntgumery  508 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have . C  Wesley  467 

Again  he  day  returns  of  holy  rest . 14m.  Mason  516 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light . Mrs.  Barbauld  510 

An  .  how  shall  fallen  man .  Eris  f’o/  800 

Ah.  wretched,  vile^  ungrateful  heart! . *.!!’.*.! .'V.Af/s  Steele  452 

A  as  and  did  my  feaviour  bleed . Watts  406 

A  U  dangers  rise . Mrs  Steele  456 

A  hai  the  power  of  Jesus’  name . Perronet,  or  Duncan  356 

All  hail,  incarnate  God ! . .  ^  Smtt 

All  ye  who  love  the  Lord  I  rejoice . Watts  250 

ye  nations  !  praise  the  Lord . .Montgomery  191 

A  miffhty  God  !  in  humble  prayer . Montgomery  483 

A  mighty  maker,  God  ! .  Wm/c  oS 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies ! . *  ] '  Watts  24 

Along  the  banks  where  Rabel’s  current  flows . Barlow  283 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound .  Nnrton  477 

Am  i  a  .soldier  of  the  cro.ss .  Waif<t  did. 

Amid  thy  M^rath,  remember  love . . W/,//o  7I 

Among  th’  as.semblies  of  the  great .  . Wnttl 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gbds . ]  ] ‘  ] . 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive? . .*  .W';  \\  Watts  4^ 

And  art  thou,  gracious  master!  gone .  KpIIh  8'"iS 

And  can  rny  heart  aspire  so  high . .Mrs  Steji  453 

And  can.st  thou,  sinner  !  slight .  wC,  /!  00? 

And  must  this  hodydie. ^ 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  . . I. . i  '  H 

And  will  the  Judge  descend .  . nn^M  i  Inn 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend . '.’.Mrs  S.^ee/e  401 

Ange  s!  assist  to  sing . 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory.  MnXXX  onr 

Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sun<r'.‘ . ^ 

Angels  !  roll  the  rock  awa/. . .  .  T . x/t  h  IZ 

Another  day  has  passed  along . . 

Another  six  days’  work  is  done. . .  .  .V.  V.V. . 'j  S  InneH  5i? 

Approach,  my  soul!  the  mercv-seat  .  51a 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools.  .  .  mo 

Arise,  great  o 'd  !  and  let  thy  grace . ’.'.’.  '.’.’.’Merrick  180 

Arise,  my  gracious  God  ! . 

Arise,  my  soul !  my  joyful  powers’. ! !  i.’ !  i! [  .* . ® 

Arise,  my  tendeiest  thoughts  !  ari.se.  W. 

Arise,  O  Kins  of  g, ace!  arise..  i! . 

Arise,  ye  people  !  and  adore  v*  V  ’  ‘rW  '  1,  , ' 

Arm  oJthe  Lord  !  awake,  awake..'.*.’’.*. BurdepT^ol  544 


628 


INDEX. 


Page. 

A-rouiid  the  Saviour’s  lofty  throne . .KeUy  3<^4 

545 
^3 
5.^0 
3M 
5(4 
4.S3 
3'3 
297 
413 
556 

431 
21 

330 

432 
179 
280 
432’ 


A.scend  thy  throne,  almighty  King! . BedduniP 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams . Tate  and  Brady 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command . Colyer 

Astonished  and  distressed . Tup’ady 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  ! . Watts 

Author  of  good  1  to  thee  we  turn . Mei  rrek 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song . Hamrnond 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song . Mrs  Sff-e'e 

Awaked  by  Sinai’s  awful  sound . Orknni 

Awake,  my  drowsy  soul ! . Mrs  S  eeie 

Awake,  my  heart !  arise,  my  tongue  ! . Vf 


Awake,  my  soul 
Awake,  my  soul 
Awake,  my  soul 
Awake,  my  soul 


Behold 

Behold 

Behold 

Behold 

Behold 


and  with  the  sun . Rrnn 

in  joyful  lays . Medley 

stretch  every  nerve . Doddridge 

_ ^  ^  to  sound  his  praise . .^Barlow 

Awake’  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring . Needham 

Awake,  our  souls!  away  our  fears . Walls  4 

Awake,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  your  eyes . Doddridge  u74 

Awake,  ye  saints'  awake . . . Epis.  Cul  Sy 

Awake,  ye  saints!  to  praise  your  King . VValts 

Before  .Jehovah’s  awful  throne . • 

Begin,  my  soul !  th’  exalted  lay . 

Begin,  my  tongue  !  some  heavenly  theme . Wads 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door . 

how  good  and  sweet . HaJie  U 

the  day  is  come. . Beddome 

the  blessed  Rede^^mer  comes . Vi  atts 

the  blind  their  sight  receive . Wat  is 

.  th’  expected  time  draws  near . Yoke 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb . 

Behold  the  grace  appear . 

Behold!  the  lofty  sky . It//,! 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace . 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind . Collier  s  ^el. 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone . 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant.  Lord  ! . .  *  ‘ 

Behold' where  Cedron’s  waters  how . 'b  t  ” 

Behold!  where,  in  a  mortal  form . EnptM 

Behold  !  what  wondrous  grace . -  • 

Behold!  what  condescending  love . Djddrd^^- 

Beneath  our  feet,  and  o’er  our  head . . . Heber 

Be  joyful  in  God.  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth! . Montgompry 

Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea . (  under 

Beyond  the'  glittering,  starry  skies . • ;  *  "  *  Vr 

Bless,  O  Lord  !  the  opening  year . Cong  II.  Ijock 

Bless,  O  my  soul  !  the  living  God . Jl 

llless  ye  the  I.ord  with  solemn  rite . Montgomery 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God . Humphreys^  or  Hammond 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see . 

Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  can  move . 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know . , . 

Blest  are  the  undefiled  in  heart . 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God . ti/ //t 

Blest  be  the  Father  and  his  love . 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds . X  * 

Blest  r'omforter  divine  ! . Cleland  s  Hymns 

Blest  is  the  man,  fo  ever  blest . 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place . Har/s 


164 

249 

286 

399 

225 
601 

80 

313 

552 

312 

291 

42 

42 

486 

339 

193 

200 

:J39 

328 

461 

493 

589 

166 

237 

326 

569 

170 

226 

460 
i:J5 
435 
224 
143 
195 

461 
376 
4:16 
368 

66 

14 


fNDEX. 


C29 


Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  doth  move . 

Blest  IS  the  man  whose  softening  heart. . 

Blest  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord . 

Blest  morning  !  whose  young  dawning  rays. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  !  blow . . . . . . 

Boundless  glory,  Lord  !  be  thine . 

Bread  of  heaven  !  on  thee  I  feed . .  .  .  .  .  .  . 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  ! . 

Bright  source  of  everlasting  love  ! . 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death . 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night . 


Page. 

. Wa/fs  81 

....A/rs  Barhmild 

. Watts  68 

. If  a  Is  .512 

Altered  bi/  Tujtlady  4S8 
.IScolch  Cong  Col.  418 

. Conder  ,503 

. Vi  att.s  321 

. B  den  439 

. Hcber  k96 

. Wads  387 

. Watts  308 


Call  .Jehovah  thy  salvation . 

Captain  of  thine  exalted  host . 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord . . 

Cease,  ye  mourners!  cease  to  languish....'. 

(  hildren  !  hear  the  melting  story. . . 

Children,  in  years  and  knowledge  young. . . 

Children  !  listen  to  the  Lord . . 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King  ! . . . . . 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme . 

(  hristian  !  see  the  orient  morning . 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground . 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies . 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God . 

Come  away  to  the  skies . . . 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  lightj . 

J  ome,  dearest  Lord  !  descend  and  dwell.. . . 

Come,  every  pious  bean  ! . 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! _ '. 

Come,  happy  souls  '  approach  your  God  . . . 

Con  e  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ! . 

Come,  floly  Ghost  I  come  from  on  high .... 

Come,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind . 

Come,  Holy  Spirit !  come . 

Come,  floly  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  I . 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord  ! . . . . 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise . 

Come,  let  us  anew . 

Come,  let  us  gladly  sing . 

f’orne,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs . 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above . 

Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise . 

Come,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  (Jod . 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes . 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high . . . 

Corne,  Lord  !  and  warm  each  languid  heart  . 

fonie,  my  fond  fluttering  heart  ! . 

Come,  my  soul  !  thy  suit  prepare . . 

Come,  O  rny  soul  !  in  sacred  lays . 

Come,  see  the  place  where  .Jesus  lay . 

Come,  shf)ut  aloud  the  f^alher^s  grace. 

Come,  sound  his  prai.‘-e  abroad . 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King! . 

Come,  thou  de.'^ire  of  all  thy  saints  ! . . 

Come, thou  fount  of  every  blessing! 

Corne  to  Caly’ry’s  holy  niountain . .  .  . 

Come,  trembling  sinner  !  in  wlin.'-e  breast. .  . 
Corne,  weary  souls  !  with  sin  distre.sM'd. 
Come,  ye  disconsolate  !  where’er  ye  languish 
Come,  ye  saints  '  look  here  and  wonder . 


. AJontgomery  149 

,..G.  Burdpr's  Col  ,531 

. R.  HilVs  Col  103 

. CoUyer  575 

. Hast  digs  403 

. Wa^^s  70 

. Hastings  404 

. Cennitk  433 

. V  atts  320 

. .  Cleland's  Hymns  544 

. Windhaiii  358 

. C.  Wesley  306 

. Pratts  Col.  355 

. C.  Wesley  618 

. Beddonie  365 

. Watts  310 

. S.  S'tennetl  311 

. . . Broirn  368 

. Watts  298 

. VI  atts  393 

. Reed’s  C,l.  497 

. Burder  366 

. Hart  363 

. VJ  atts  362 

. Kelly  499 

. Watts  155 

. C  VJ  eslpy  566 

. Hatfield  1.57 

. Watts  315 

. C.  Wesley  fi07 

. .  Camjihel’s  Col  362 

. Alontgomery  500 

. Watts  354 

. • - Watts  506 

. AJrs  .'Steele  605 

Alias  Jane  Ti>ylor  424 

. Neat  on  482 

. Blaik'ock  264 

. Aloidg(.mery  .348 

....  Heginbotham  276 

. V  a  ts  1.56 

. . .  .Aladan’s  Cot  373 

. Airs  St  tele  313 

. Ri'biyisoii  421 

. Alont ^ornery  394 

. H  Jones  393 

. Airs.  Steete  392 

. .  .Ala  sic  a.  Sacra  109 
. Kelly  .346 


630 


INDEX. 


Come,  ye  sinners  !  heavy  laden . 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord ! 

Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord  ! . 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour’s  name 

Consider  all  ray  sorrow.',  Lord  ! . 

Could  1  so  false,  so  faithless  prove . 


Page. 

. Hart  3^ 

.  G.  Burder  285 

. Watts  430 

Mrs  Steele  312 

. It  a/fs  202 

. Watts 


Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness 

Dduglifer  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust . . . 

David  rejoiced  in  God  his  strength . 

Day  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! . 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above . 

Dear  Father  !  to  thy  mercy-seat. ..  . . 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul ! . 

Dear  Saviour  !  we  are  thine . 

Dear  Saviour  !  when  my  thoughts  recall. . . . 

D'*ath,— ’t  is  a  melancholy  day . 

D  ‘"p  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made.. , 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record . 

Delay  not.  delay  not,  O  sinner  !  draw  near. , 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  ! . 

Did  Christ  o’er  sinners  weep . 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ! . 

Dread  Sovereign  !  let  my  evening-song . 


Fitzgerald^s  Col.  550 
....  Montgomery  537 

. Wads  491 

. Newton  598 

. Watts  302 

. Mrs  S  eele  269 

. Mrs  Steele  274 

. . Doddridge  310 

. Mrs  Steele  407 

. Watts  593 

. Mrs  Steele  337 

. Watts  119 

. Ha^'ings  381 

. Watts  366 

. Beddome  409 

. Doddridge  467 

. Watts  560 


Early,  my  God  !  without  delay . 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long, 
Encompassed  with  ten  thousand  ills  , 
Enthroned  on  high,  almighty  Lord!.. 

Eternal  God,  celestial  King! . 

Eternal  God,  eternal  King! . . 

Eternal  source  of  every  joy  ! . 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth  I . 

Eternal  Spirit !  we  confess. . . . 

Eternal  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise. . .  . 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God . . 

Extol  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high. . 


. W<(tts  109 

. Watts  615 

Montgomery  206 
,  .Hianphries  372 
.  Wranghain  104 

. March  62 

.  .Doddridge  5‘2 
.Pratt  s  Col  367 

. Watts  371 

. TT7///S  262 

. Watts  163 

Montgomery  92 


Fair  shines  the  morning-star . . 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss  .... 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence . 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known . . . 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  !  be  gone 

Far  from  thy  fold,  O  God  !  my  feet . 

Far  from  the  wor'd.  O  Lord  !  I  flee . 

Far  from  these  narroo  scenes  of  night . 

Far  from  us  be  grief  and  sadness . 

Fast  flow, my  ’ears  !  the  cause  is  great . 

.  .  1  -  I  : . ...I 


Father 

Father 

Father 

Father 

Father 

Father 


adored  in  worlds  ab^ve, 

how  wide  thy  glory  shines . 

I  bless  thy  gentle  hand . 

I  long,  T  faint  to  see . 

I  sing  tnv  wondrous  grace . 

is  not  thy  promise  pledged . 

Father  of  eternal  grace  ! . . 

Father  of  glory  !  to  thy  name . 

Father  of  heaven  I  whose  love  profound 

Father  of  mercies  !  condescend . 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! . 

Father  of  mercies  I  in  thy  word . 

Fainer  of  merc.es  I  send  thy  grace . 

ather  .  whate’er  of  earthly  bliss . 


.  .Montgomery  552 

. 'Turner  458 

. W(dts  458 

. Watts  94 

. Watts  507 

. Tat  lock  413 

. Coicper  459 

, . .  .Mrs  Steele  612 

. Kelly  447 

Strebeck’s  Col.  343 
. .  .  .Pope  s  Col  485 

. Watts  282 

. Watts  194 

. Watts  616 

. Watts  119 

. Gibbons  15 

,  .  .Montgomery  471 

. Watts  374 

. .  .Pratt  s  Col.  375 

. Mirell  534 

. Raffles  405 

. . .  .Mrs  Steele  257 

. Doddridge  438 

. . .  .Mrs.  Steele  4S2 


INDEX. 


631 


Page 

Firm  a‘'d  unmoved  are  they . Watts  213 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands . Watls  462 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright . Watts  63 

Fools,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  say. . Watts  32 

For  a  season  called  to  part . Newton  437 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord . Watts  241 

For  ever  shall  my  song  record . Watts  142 

Forgive  us.  Lord  !  to  thee  we  cry . . Hastings  480 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love! . Epis  Col  573 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns . Brown  518 

Frietid  after  friend  departs . Montgomery  609 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies . Waas  190 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard . Cunningham  345 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts. . Watis  218 

From  every  earthly  pleasure . Gems  451 

From  Egypt’s  bondage  come . Kelly  423 

From  Greenland’s  icy  mountains . Hoher  542 

From  lowest  depths  of  wo . Tate  and  B>ady  219 

From  thee  my  God  !  my  joys  shall  rise. . Wa^ts  443 

From  the  throne  of  God  there  springs . Toplady  91 


Gently,  gently  lay  thy  rod . Lyte  23 

Gently,  Lord  ! Oh! gently  1  ad  us . Hastings  448 

Gently-,  my  Saviour  !  let  me  down  . . . R  Hill  590 

Gird  on  thy  conqueri)ig  sword . Doddridge  88 

Give  glory  to  God  in  the  highest;  give  praise . Montgomery  63 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise . Watts  616 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name . Watts  174 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high . Watts  228 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord . Wyatts  228 

Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above . 177 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise . Watts  227 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame  ! . Watts  61  % 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken . Newton  139 

Glory  to  God  on  high . R.  Hill’s  Col.  315 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God  !  this  night . Kenn  20 

Glory  to  the  Father  give . . Montgomery  27 

Go,  and  the  Saviour’s  grace  proclaim . Morell  533 

God,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays . Watts  138 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son . Beddome  259 

God  is  gone  up  on  high . Wor.  Sel.  53 

God  is  rny  strong  salvation . Montgomery  60 

God  i.s  our  refuge  and  defence . Montgomery  90 

(Jod  is  our  efuge,  tried  and  proved . Ryl^  90 

God  is  the  refuge  of  hi.s  saints . Watts  89 

God  mov«s  in  a  rny’^sterious  way . Coirper  284 

God,  niy  supporter  and  my  hope . Watis  125 

<  Jod  of  eternal  love  ! . Wa  176 

f'.'od  of  mercy,  God  of  grace  ! . hn/fp  117 

fJod  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth  ! . Watts  121 

God  of  rn  life  !  look  gently  down . Wotfs  78 

flod  of  my-  life  !  through  all  my  days . Doddridge  27.3 

(iod  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise  ! . Watts  ISO 

God  of  our  lives!  thy  various  praise . Ileginhotfatm  567 

f.’od  of  the  morning  !  at  thy  voice . Wat  s  ,558 

God  of  the  universe  !  to  thee . Miss  Mary  O  523 

(»ood  is  the  I,ord.  the  heavenly  King . W  d'ts  112 

(Jo,  messenger  of  peace  and  love  ! . Ba'i'otir  535 

Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  I.ord . Wa'is  525 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane . JMontstnmny  3!13 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God  ! . Ma.isilen  533 

Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed . Watts  426 


INDEX. 


Grace,  t  is  a  charming  sound . 

Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine  ! . 

Grant  rne  within  tiiy  courts  a  place... 
Great  Father  of  each  perf  ect  gift ! ... . 

Great  Father  of  mankind  ! . . 

Great  Former  of  this  various  frame  !. . 
Great  God  !  attend  to  my  complaint.. . 
Great  tlod  !  attend  while  Zion  sings... 
Great  God  !  indulge  my  humble  claim 
Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou... . 
Great  God  !  i  own  thy  sentence  just . . . 
Great  God  !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers 

Great  God  !  now  condescend. . 

Great  God  of  nations  !  now  to  thee.. .  . 
Great  God  !  the  nations  of  the  earth.. , 
Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening-song. . 
Great  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height. 
Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  iiand. 
Great  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear. . .. 

Great  God!  whose  universal  sway . 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might. . 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God . 

Grea  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel  ! . 

Great  the  joy  when  Christians  meet. 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! . 


Page 

. Doddridge  426 

. &:ov/cer  363 

. Muni  gum  ery  59 

. Dud  linage  370 

. Duddridgt  521 

. Dutidiidge  167 

. Barlow  110 

. Walls  133 

. T1  uUs  108 

. T4  atts  263 

. Watts  583 

. Heginbuthum  567 

. Fetluirs  496 

. Presb.  Col  28S 

. Gil.  buns  543 

. Mrs.  &  ee  e  55S 

.  Watts  359 

. Doddridge  569 

. Lilt  her  599 

. Watts  122 

. \^utts  182 

. TFut/s  93 

. \']a.tts  131 

. G.  Border  376 

Oliver j  or  Robinson  464 


IJarl  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews... 

fiad  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say . 

iot  the  l  ord,  my  rock,  my  help . 

gracious  source  of  every  good  !. .  . 

great  Creator  !  wise  and  good . 

morning  known  among  the  blest! 
sacred  truth  !  whose  piercing  rays, 

the  day  which  see^.  him  rise' . 

Hail!  thou  long-expected  Jesus! . 

Hail  to  the  Lord’s  anointed  ! . 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace! . 

Hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord . 


Had 

Hail 

Hail 

Hail 

Hail 

Hail 


Hallelujah;  raise.  Oh  !  raise . 

Happy  the  church,  thou  .‘•acred  place.... 

Happy  i.s  he  M’ho  fears  the  Lord . 

Happy  soul  !  thy  days  are  ending . . 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign . 

I'apoy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet . 

H  ark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound. . 
JIark  !  hark!  the  gospel-trumpet  sounds 

Hark  !  hark  !—  the  notes  of  joy . 

Hark — my  soul  !  it  is  the  I.ord . 

Hark!  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices. .. , 

Hark  !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy . . 

Hark  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes. 
Hark 
Hark 
Hark 
Hark 
Hark 
Hark 
Hark 
Haste 


the  herald-angels  sing . 

the  iudgmenl-trumpet  sounding. 

the  song  of  jubilee . 

the  voi<  e  of  lv‘.ve  and  mercy . 

what  celestial  notes . 

what  mean  those  lamentations., 
what  mean  those  holy  voices...  . 

1,  Lord!  the  glorious  time . . 


Hasten.  I.ord  !  to  rny  release. 


Haste,  O  sinner  !  to  be  wise. 

Hear,  gracious  God  !  my  humble  moan , 


. Watts  434 

. Watts  212 

. H  a//5  155 

.Spirit  of  the  Pta  ms  106 

. . '..Gent.  Mag  280 

. Ward  tow  511 

. Dun.  Ev.  Mag.  259 

. Mo  dan  347 

_  WhiteJielcCs  Cul  29Cf 

. Montgomery  123 

. Doddridge  36? 

. Hatfield  253 

. Cuvder  185 

. Watts  520 

. Mn//.'?  183 

. C.  Wes'.ey  578 

. Watts  434 

. J^dtts  13 

. H  r/Z/s  587 

. Ray's  Cot  402 

. Reed's  Cul  292 

. C&trper  466 

. .Kelly  318 

. Kelly  594 

. Doddridge  290 

. Wesley's  Col  291 

. Bern  an  597 

. Montgomery  540 

. Era  ns  341 

. Salisbury  Cul  293 

.  Cauuud  529 

. Cairood  292 

Sjdrit  of  the  Psalms  124 

. IS ' on t gurnet  y  120 

. Rippords  SeL  381 

. Mrs  Steele  469 


INDEX. 


633 


Page. 

Hearken,  Lord  !  to  my  complaints . Montgomery  83 

Hear,  Lord  !  the  song  of  praise  and  prayer . Gowper  29 

H  ear  me,  O  God  !  nor  hide  thy  face . Watts  169 

Hear  me,  O  Lord  !  in  my  distress . Mont gompvy  240 

Hear  my  prayer,  .Jehovah  !  hear . W.  Goode  170 

Hear,  O  sinner!  mercy  hails  you . Reed  382 

Hearts  of  stone  !  relent,  relent . Tieboiifs  Col  405 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken . Cuviper  491 

Hear  wliat  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims . Watts 

Heaven  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree . Doddridge  593 

Heaven  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease . /S’  Lyrics  611 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners,  dies . Watts  340 

He  lives,  the  everlasting  God . Watts  '205 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives . Mrs.  Steele  300 

Help,  Lord  !  for  men  of  virtue  fail . Watts  30 

Heralds  of  creation!  cry . Montgomery  250 

He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns . Watts  160 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God . Watts  148 

Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God! . Watts  341 

Here  cares  and  angry  passions  cease . Noel’s  Col.  514 

Here,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God  ! . Montgomery  522 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God! . Watts  73 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light . Raffles  603 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh . J  Wesley  393 

Holy  Ghost!  dispel  our  sadness . Toplady  366 

Holy  Ghost!  with  light  divine . Reed  367 

Hosanna  to  our  conquering  King . Watts  552 

Hosanna  with  a  cheerful  sound . Watts  565 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! . Addison  178 

How  beauteous  are  tlieir  feet . Watts  524 

How  beautiful  the  sight . Montgomery  224 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies . Mrs.  Barhuutd  578 

How  bright  a  day  was  that  which  saw . Bathurst  515 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn . Hastings  347 

How  charming  is  the  place . . . S.  Stennett  519 

How  condescending  and  how  kind . Watts  504 

Ho  w  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear . Watts  208 

How  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight . Epis.  Col.  607 

flow  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord  ! . Kennedy  449 

Ho  w  happy  are  the  souls  above . Toplady  604 

How  heavy  is  the  night . Watts  306 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies . Mrs.  Steele  370 

How  honorable  is  the  place . Watts  520 

How  honored,  how  dear . Couder  136 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine . Watts  494 

How  long,  O  Lord  !  shall  I  complain . Watts  31 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face . Watts  31 

How  lovely,  atuJ  how  fair . Montgomery  136 

How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart . Mrs  Steele  412 

Jfow  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove . Watts  463 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair . Watts  133 

How  pleasant ’t  is  to  see . Watts  225 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  I . Watts  210 

How  precious  are  thy  thoughts  of  peace . Montgomery  235 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine . Pawcelt  203 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is . Wa'ts  395 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts . Witts  197 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life . Watts  386 

How  should  the  sons  of  Adam’s  race . Watts  2S3 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place . Watts  ,506 

How  sweet  and  heavetdy  is  hire  sight . Swain  -135 

(low  sweetly  Rowed  the  gospel’s  sound . Buwrin"  304 


634 


INDEX. 


How  sweet  on  thy  bosom  to  rest . 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day. . . 

How  swe^t  the  melting  lay . 

How  sweet  the  name  ot  Jesus  sounds. 
How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 
How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave.. 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls! . 

How  vain  a  thought  is  blis'  below.. . . 
How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies. . . . 


Page 

. Searle  476 

, .  .Bathurst  585 
..S  Lyrics  556 
. . .  .NevJon  322 

. Kelly  332 

Scotch  Par.  580 
,  .Doddridge  577 
.Mrs  Steele  621 
Pratt's  Col.  611 


I  ask  not  wealth,  nor  pomp,  nor  power.. .  . 

I  hear  thy  word  with  love . 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God . . . 

I  love  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries . 

I  love  the  Lord  ;  his  gracious  ear . 

I  love  the  volumes  ot  thy  word . 

1  love  thy  kingdom.  Lord  ! . 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away . . . 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb . 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away . 

I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face . 

I  sing  tlj’  almighty  power  of  God . 

1  waited  patient  for  the  Lord . 

I  was  a  traitor  doomed  to  die . 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord  on  high  1 . 

I  would  not  live  always;  I  ask  not  to  stay. 

If  human  kindness  meets  return . 

If  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost . 

If  God  to  build  tlie  house  deny . 

I  ’ll  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day . 

I  ’ll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  . . . . 

I  ’ll  speak  the  honors  of  ray  King . 

I ’m  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord . 

In  all  my  Lord’s  appointed  wap . 

In  all  my  vast  conceins  with  thee . 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight . . . .  •■ 

In  God’s  own  house,  pronounce  his  praise 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  was  ksaown . 

In  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke . 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way . 

In  sleep’s  serene  oblivion  laid . 

In  sweet  exalted  strains . 

In  thee,  great  God  !  \vith  songs  of  praise.. 

In  this  calm,  impressive  hour . 

In  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow . 

In  th  presence,  we  appear . 

In  time  of  tribulation  ....  . . .  " 

In  vain  the  erring  world  inquire . 

In  vain  the  fancy  strives  to  paint . 

In  Zion’s  .sacred  gates . 

Indulgent  Father  !  by  whose  care . 

Indulgent  God  I  whose  bounteous  care. . . . 

Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies  ! . 

Infinite  lov'^eliness  is  thine . 

In.'pirer  and  hearer  of  prayer !,. . . 

Interval  of  grateful  shade ...  . . . .  . 

Into  thy  hand.  O  God  of  truth  ! . 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart . . . 

Is  this  the  kind  return . 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour  s  hand . 


.Heginhotham  423 

. Watts  43 

. Watts  54 

. Watts  188 

. .  .Mrs  S'eele  187 

. . Watts  43 

. Dwight  232 

.  .Mrs.  Brutru  561 

. Dwight  141 

. 416 

. Watts  3-3 

. Watts  275 

. Watts  80 

. . Watts  305 

. Watts  63 

.  .Muhlenburgh  617 

. Noel  507 

. Watts  216 

. Watts  216 

. Watts  70 

. Watts  245 

. Watts  87 

. Watts  475 

. Rytand  421 

. Wa'ts  ^36 

. Newton  415 

. Watts  251 

. Wans  128 

. Newton  23 

. Doddridge  396 

.  .  .Hawksworth  557 

. Francis  57 

. Bartow  45 

. Dustings  554 

.  .Madan's  Cut.  446 
.  . .  M'int gamer y  377 
. .  .Montgomery  129 
. .  .  .Mrs.  Steele  21 

. . Newton  5S6 

. Dwight  2.51 

Lon.  Ev.  Mag  559 
. . .  .Gent.  Mag  561 

. Doddridge  541 

. Fawcett  332 

. Tjptndy  72 

. Doddr  idge  208 

. Waits  64 

. H’a//s  221 

. Watts  454 

. Watts  167 


lehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  liglit 


Watts  153 


INDEX. 


635 


Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high . . . 
Jehovah  reigns,  your  tribute  bring. .. 

Jehovah’s  praise  sublime . 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home . 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be . . 

Jesus  demands  the  voice  ol  joy . 

Jesus!  hail  !  enthroned  in  glory . 

Jesus  I  I  come  to  thee . . 

Jesus!  I  love  thy  charming  name...  . 

Jesus!  Immortal  King  !  arise . 

Jesus  !  I  my  cross  have  taken . 

Jesus  invites  his  saints . 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies . 

Jesus,  Lord  '  we  look  to  thee . 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul ! . 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone . 

Jesus,  oui-  Lord  !  ascend  tliy  throne.. . 
Jesus,  our  l.ord  !  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 
Jesus  shall  reign  where’er  the  sun . . .  . 

Jesus,  the  Lord  ascends  on  high . 

Jesus!  the  vision  of  thy  face . 

Jes  us  !  thou  art  the  sinner’s  friend . 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King! . 

Jesus!  thy  church  with  longing  eyes... 

Jesus':  thy  robe  of  righteousness . 

Jesus  !  we  bow  before  thy  throne . 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  w  ell . 

Join  all  the  glorious  names . 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come. . 

Judge  me,  Lord  !  in  righteousness . 

Judge  me,  God!  and  plead  my  cause. 
Judge  me.  O  J..ord  !  and  prove  my  ways 
Judges,  who  rale  the  world  hv  la\\s. .!. 
Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word. . . 


Page. 

. Watts  *4:76 

. W.  Goode  58 

. Coituer  191 

.Montgomery's  Cul.  608 

. Gregg  333 

. fV.  Gojde  1 14 

. R.  HiW^  Col  359 

. Bemuyi  419 

. Doddridge  301 

. Burder  541 

. Montgomery  414 

. VLc/Z/s’  503 

. . Watts  503 

. T?  estey  436 

. . C  WesiCy  3*4.4 

. . Ce/i7ii( k  3C0 

. * . ]I«/7S'  181 

. Doddridge  440 

. ltf//s  1^3 

. W.  Goode  91 

. Vi  alts  308 

.  .  .Parkinson's  t^el.  409 

. Wunis  505 

. Bathurst  545 

. C.  W  esley  314 

. Bdiian  637 

. 2stn'ton  484 

. 11  alts  3*49 

. n  atts  162 

. Mon  tgi  iviery  85 

. Barlow  84 

. 56 

. H  atts  105 

. II  atts  2>7 


Keep  silence,  all  created  things  ! . Watts  281 

Kindly  the  Lord  appeared . Searle  470 

Kindred  in  Christ!  for  his  dear  sake . iSewton  501 

Ki-ngdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong . Watts  118 

Know,  my  soul !  thy  full  salvation . Montgomery  425 

Laden  with  guilt  atid  full  of  fears . Wyatts  258 

Lamb  of  God!  who.^e  bleeding  love . Hhitefield's  Col  448 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise . W'atts  1.59 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join . Watts  198 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds . ITo/Zs  130 

J.et  earthly  minds  the  world  pursue . he^rton  4*20 

J.ef  everlasting  glories  crovoi..... . Watts  260 

Let  every  creature  join . Watts  247 

Let  everj-  mortal  ear  attend . Watts  392 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak . W  atts  244 

Let  heathetis  to  their  idols  haste . Watts  34 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be . Wyatts  386 

Let  party-names  no  more . Beddome  437 

Let  sinners  lake  their  course  . Watts  102 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky . Coturit  371 

I.et  them  neglect  thy  glory.  Lord  ! . W'atts  374 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind . I\iilto?i  229 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice . W’atts  168 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice .  Whitts  89 

Let  Zion’s  watchmen  ail  awake . Dodditage  .525 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord . W’atts  384 


636 


INDEX. 


Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise . 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire  ! . . . 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling  . . 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray . . 

Lo  !  he  conies,  in  clouds  descending.... 
Lo  !  he  comelh  — countless  trumpets.... 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land . 

Lo  !  the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth . 

Lo  !  the  Lord,  the  mighty  Saviour . 

Lo  !  the  mighty  God  appearing. ........ 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone . 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears . 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight . 

Long  as  I  live,  I  ’ll  bless  thy  name . 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound . 

Look  down,  O  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye. , 
Look,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking . . . . 
Look,  ye  sainis  !  the  sight  is  glorious. . . , 

Lord  !  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie . 

Lord  !  at  thy  table,  we  behold . 

l.ord  !  before  thy  throne  we  bend . 

Lord  !  for  ever  at  thy  side . 

I.ord  !  for  thy  servant  David’s  sake . 

Lord  God  of  my  salvation  ! . 

Lord  !  how  secure  my  conscience  was.. 

Lord  !  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine . 

Lord  !  I  can  not  let  thee  go . 

Lord  !  1  can  suffer  thy  rebukes. . . 

liord  !  I  esteem  thy  j  udgments  right .... 
Lord  !  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 

Lord  !  I  look  for  all  to  thee . 

Lord  !  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days  .... 
Lord  !  I  would  spread  my  sore_  distress. 
Lord  !  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults. . . . 
Lord  !  in  the  morning,  thou  shalt  hear. 

Lord  !  let  me  know  mine  end . 

Lord  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise . 


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of  mercy  !  just  and  kind . 

of  my  life  !  Oh!  may  thy  praise . 

of  the  vast  creation  I . 

of  the  worlds  above  I . 

send  thy  servants  forth . 

send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly.... . 

thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind . 

thou  hast  heard  thy  servants’  cry . 

thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through 

thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere . 

thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray . 

’t  is  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand . 

we  come  before  thee  now . 

we  confess  our  numerous  faults . 

we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old . 

what  a  feeble  piece.. . . . 

what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace . 

what  a  wretched  land  is  this . 

what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man . 

what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  1 . 

when  I  count  thy  mercies  o’er . 

when  my  raptured  thought  surveys . 

when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high . 

when  w'e  bend  before  thy  throne . 

'  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire . 


Page. 

. WurdlaiD  116 

. C  Wes  exj  481 

. Touludxj  320 

. Wutts  304 

. OUi'er  595 

WhiteJieLd's  Col  59,5 

. C  Weslex/  383 

. . W.  Guude  39 

. . W.  Goode  73 

. . W.  Gooile  9o 

. Watts  191 

. .550 

. Wa  ts  223 

. Watts  243 

. Wyatts  454 

. Doddridge  49<) 

. KeHy  ,551 

. Keliy  352 

. Brou  n  403 

. .  ..J.  S  enveU  505 

. Bawdier  211 

. .  .Mantgoinery  221 
. .  .Montgumt'nj  222 

. Lyte  141 

. Wa  ts  389 

. Davies  500 

. Newton  4(80 

. Watts  23 

. Watts  198 

. Wans  19'.) 

. Lyte  6'5 

. Watts  09 

. Watts  9S 

. Wu.t1s  146 

. Wutts  22 

. .  .Mont gomra'y  79 
.  .  .Montgomery  522 

. W.  Goode  32 

. . .  .Mrs.  S'ee/e  19 

. Buhner  517 

. . Watts  134 

. C.  WesLy  535 

. . Gibhons  .539 

. Watts  137 

. Waits  192 

. Watts  2:34 

. Watts  37 

. Wans  20 

. Watts  151 

. Hart  479 

. Watts  429 

. Ho//'?  85 

. Wat^s  147 

. Watts  327 

. Wads  453 

. Watts  241 

. Wads  125 

. Watts  2:37 

. Mrs.  St  pee  2il 

. Watts  118 

...  .Pratt  s  Cot  484 
. Watts  “236 


INDEX. 


637 


Page. 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord . Watts  247 

Love  divine  !  ail  love  excelling . C,  We$ley  3^ 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned . /S'.  Stennett  334 

Maker  and  sovereign  Lord  ! . Walts  16 

Marked  as  the  purpose  of  the  >kies . Noel  536 

Men  of  God  !  go  take  your  stations . Kellij  531 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  song . Wat  is  166 

Mighty  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee . Robins. rn  318 

Mine  eyes,  and  my  desire . Watts  55 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb . Co  Ujor  349 

^Mortals!  awake,  with  ajigels  join . 289 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  rny  Lord  ! . Wd's  314 

My  drowsv  powers  !  why  sleep  ye  so? . llW/.v  450 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee . Pa'm  /  335 

My  former  hopes  are  fled . Cutrper  388 

My  God  !  accept  my  early  vows. .  * . Waits  238 

My  God  !  consider  my  distress . . . ^^  a.!ts  201 

iMy  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love . Watis  564 

My  God  !  how  many  are  my  fears . Watts  18 

My  God  !  in  whom  are  all  the  springs . Watts  104 

My  God  !  my  everlasting  hope . Watts  120 

, My  God!  my  Father  !  blissful  name . Mrs.  Steele  65 

My  God  !  my  King!  thy  various  praise.. . Wa'ts  242 

My  God  !  my  life,  my  love . Watts  268 

My  God  !  my  portion  and  my  lov^e . Watts  2/7 

My  God  !  preserve  my  soul . Da  ight  101 

My  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be . Watts  274 

My  God!  permit  my  tongue . Wad.^.-  110 

My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys . Wa'ts  270 

My  God!  the  steps  of  pious  men . Watts  75 

My  God  !  thy  service  well  demands . Doddridge  471 

M,  God  !  whene’er  my  longing  heart . Mrs  Steele  272 

My  God  !  while  impious  men . Du'igld  238 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name . Watts  65 

My  Maker  and  my  King! . Mrs.  Steele  271 

My  never-ceasing  songs  shall  show . Watts  142 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love . Watts  30 

My  righteous  Judge  !  my  gracious  God  ! . Watts  239 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend  ! . Watts  121 

My  Saviour  and  my  King! . Watts  88 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord . Watts  46 

My  Shepherd’s  name  is  Love . Hatfield  49 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need.,.  . . Watts  47 

My  soul  !  be  on  thy  guard . Heath  468 

My  soul  !  come,  meditate  the  day . .  W’atts  580 

My  soul  !  how  lovely  is  the  place . W’atts  134 

My  soul!  repeat  his  praise . Watts  172 

My  soul  !  triumphant  in  the  Lord . . . Doddridge  48 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust . Wafts  203 

My  soul !  thy  great  Creator  praise . i  '.'.Watts  \78 

My  Spirit  looks  to  God  alone . Watts  107 

My  .‘-pirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord  ! . '.'.Watts  82 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy .  ’  Beddonie  478 

My  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  friend . ..Watts  24 

Natuie  with  open  volume  stands . Watts  314 

Naked,  as  from  the  earth  we  came . Watts  445 

No  odering  God  requires . .  f\'^W.'  Goode  100 

No  more,  my  God  !  1  boast  no  more . 11o//s  4,59 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard . W’arts  610 

Not  all  tiie  blood  of  beasts . Watts  330 


54 


INDEX. 


tJ38 


Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth.. . . 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men . 

Not  to  ourseives,  who  are  but  dust. .  . . 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord . 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes . . 

Now  begiir  the  heavenly  theme....... 

Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing . 

Now  be  the  gospei-banner . . . 

•Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise . 

Now  Ifoni  labor  and  from  care . 

Now,  gracious  Lord  !  thine  arm  reveal 
Now  I  hii  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind.. 

Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart . 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood . 

Now  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress . 

Now  is  tli’  accepted  time . 

Now  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust. . 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King . 

Now  ’et  our  cheerful  eyes  survey . 

Now  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive. .  . . 
Now  let  our  faith  with  joy  survey  . .  . . 
Now  let  our  mournful  sohgs  record. .  . 

Now  let  our  songs  arise.. . . 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime. , 

Now  let  our  voices  join . 

Now  living  waters  How . 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
Now  shall  my  solemn  vova  s  be  paid. . 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song . 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know. 
Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme. . . 
Now,  to  thy  sacred  house . 


Page. 

. Watts  372 

. Watts  309 

. Watts  187 

. Watts  468 

. W'utts  354 

. Laytirford  425 

. Watts  86 

. Hastings  529 

. Watts  .336 

. Hastings  560 

. Nercton  568 

. Wa'ts  126 

. . Mrs  Steele  490 

. Watts  385 

. . Watts  46 

. D'.  beU  402 

.  Wyatts  75 

. Hes!;inbut}iam  258 

. Doddridge  357 

. Doddridse  526 

. . Kelly  530 

. Vi  at  I  S  45 

. W.  Goode  159 

. Gibbons  608 

. Doddridge  417 

Montgomery's  Col.  547 

. Watts  44 

. Watts  115 

. Watts  327 

. Watts  317 

. Watts  4-27 

. Dicight  84 


O  all  ye  nations!  praise  the  Lord . 

O  city  of  the  Lord!  begin . . 

O  God  !  my  refuge,  hear  ray  cries . 

O  God  of  Abra’m  !  hear . 

O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand . 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteousness  !. .  . . 

O  God  of  mercy  !  hear  my  call . 

O  God  of  sovereign  grace . 

O  God  !  our  help  in  atres  past . 

O  God  I  thou  art  my  God  alone . 

O  I  >ord  !  another  day^  is  flown . 

O  Lord  !  encouraged  by  thy  grace . 

O  Lord  I  how  infinite  thy  love . 

O  Lord  !  how  many  are  my  foes . 

O  Lord  !  in  sorrow  I  resign. .  . . 

O  Lord  !  my  best  desires  fulfill . 

O  Lord  !  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee. . . 

O  Lord  !  my  King  how  excellent . 

O  l.ord  !  our  God  !  arise . 

O  Lord,  our  Lord!  how  -umndrous  great 
O  Lord  !  our  Lord  I  in  power  divine. . 

O  I.ord.  our  heavenly  King  ! . 

O  Lord  !  thy  work  revive. .  . . 

O  my  soul  !  what  means  this  sadness. 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God  !. . . 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise . . 

O  thou  God  I  who  hearest  prayer! . 

O  thou  that  hearest  prayer  ! . 

O  thou  that  hear’st  when  sinners  cry  !. 


. Watts  190 

. Logan  551 

. . Watts  101 

. Hastings  497 

. Dudd.ndge  4;0 

. Wads  19 

. Watts  99 

Village  Hymns  540 

. Watts  145 

.  .  .Montgomery  103 
..H  K  White  562 
. .  .  .Mrs  Steele  494 

. Merrick  81 

. Watts  17 

. Gems  477 

. Coirper  470 

. Watts  134 

. .  .Montgomery  26 
Wardlaw’s  Col.  533 

. Matts  25 

. W.  Goode  25 

. M^atts  26 

. Hastings  487 

. Fawcett  441 

. . .  Montgo-ynery  547 
Village  Fymns  4S7 

. Conder  189 

...Pratt's  Col  364 
. Walts  97 


INDEX.  639 

Page. 

O  thou  who  givest  all  their  food  ! . Condt'r  573 

O  thou!  whose  grace  and  justice  reigns . Watts  211 

O  thou  !  wliose  justice  Teigns  0)1  high . Watts  103 

O  thou  whose  mercy  guides  my  ways . Ed/mcsfun  449 

O  thou  !  whose  tender  mercy  hears . Mis  eelc  404 

O  Zion  !  tune  thy  voice . Duddruige  490 

O  Zion!  when  I  think  on  thee . Kt-ily  231 

Oh  !  be  joyful  in  the  Lord . Gcxter  166 

Oh  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! . W-itts  171 

Oh  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! . . . Mon' gome  [)'  172 

Oh  !  ble.'^sed  souls  are  they . Watts  67 

Oh  !  come,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord . Montgoinery  157 

Oh  !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth . Med.ey  303 

Oh!  could  our  thoughts  atid  wishes  fly . Mrs.  tS  ee'e  431 

Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God . Comj.er  465 

Oh  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day'^ . Hurt  456 

Oh  !  for  an  overcoming  faith . Watts  584 

Oh  !  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy . Watts  92 

Oh  !  for  a^weet  inspiring  ray . Mrs  S'e^e  603 

Oh  !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing . C.  Wesfey  300 

Oh!  for  that  tenderness  of  heart . C  Wesley  441 

Oh!  give  thanks  unto  the  Loid . Bathurst  175 

Oh  !  great  is  Jehovah,  and  great  be  his  praise . Mon’gornery  94 

Oh!  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice . Doddridge  498 

Oh  !  happy  man  whose  soul  is  filled . Wads  217 

Oh!  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord . Scotch  Cong.  Cot.  465 

Oh!  haste,  with  every  gift  inspired . Dwight  119 

Oh!  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy . Newton  422 

Oh!  how  I  love  thy  holy  law . Watts  197 

Oh!  how  I  love  thy  holy  word . Coiauer  195 

Oh  !  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  wo . Wa"s  411 

Oh!  let  me,  gracious  Lord  !  extend  . Merrick  77 

Oh  !  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still . Gems  473 

Oh  !  render  thanks  to  God  above . Tate  and  Brady  175 

Oh  !  speak  that  gracious  word  again . Neictun  99 

Oh  !  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell . Reed  323 

Oh  !  that  I  knew  the  secret  place . ^^atts  465 

Oh!  that  the  Lord’s  salvation . Ryla  33 

Oh  !  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way . Watts  200 

Oh  !  that  Ihy  statutes' every  hour . Watts  202 

Oh  !  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys . Watts  328 

Oh  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace . Medley  397 

Oh  !  what  is  earthly  pleasure . Httstings  79 

Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade . Knowles  605 

Oh!  where  shall  rest  be  found . Mon'gumery  604 

O’er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness . P.  WUHanis  549 

O’er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness . Cot  ter  it  543 

On  God  the  race  of  man  depends . Watts  111 

On  Jordan’s  stormy  banks  I  stand . S.  Steime/t  613 

On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God  ! . . . Gent.  Mag  565 

On  the  mountain’s  top  appearing . K“!hf  532 

O  nee  I  thought  my  mountain  strong . Nea'ton  451 

Once  more,  my  soul  !  the  rising  day . Wads  557 

Our  heavenly  Father!  hear...  ' . Montgomery  485 

Our  helper,  God  !  we  bless  thy  name . Dodftridiie  568 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead . C.  Wes'ey  52 

Out  of  the  depths  of  wo . Montgomery  220 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress . H  a/  s  218 

Palrns  of  glory,  raiment  bright . Montgomery  620 

Parting  soul  !  the  flood  awaits  thee . Edmeston  581 

Peace  «  ’t  is  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  hand . Doddridge  582 


640 


INDEX. 


Pape. 

People,  of  the  livinp  God  ! . Montgomery  415 

penult  me, Lord !  to  seek  thy  face . Mrs.  Steele  269 

Pleasinp  spring  again  is  here . Cullyer  571 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair . }iatts  307 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high . Alontgomery  526 

P  aisp  on  thee,  in  Zion’s  gates . Conder  114 

Praise,  everlasting  praise  be  paid . Watts  279 

Praise  the  Lord -  his  power  conless . Wrangham  252 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above . Maurice's  Col.  252 

Pr.iisH  ilie  Lord;  ye  heavens  !  adore  him . Dublin  Col  249 

Praise  to  God  !  immortal  praise . Mrs  Barhauld  264 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high . Dod-hidge  332 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord  !  lor  thee . Waits  112 

Praise  ye  .Jehovah  s  name . W.  Goode  253 

Praise  ye  the  Lord, exalt  his  name.. .  . . 11  226 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  shall  join . \^atts  244 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  ’tis  good  to  raise . Watts  24o 

Prayer  is  the  soul’s  sincere  desire . Mon'gomery  4*^1 

Prostrate,dear  Jesus!  at  thy  feet . S  Stennetl  408 

Quiet  Ijord  I  my  froward  heart, . Neicton  220 


Raise  thee,  my  soul  I  fly  up  and  run . Watts  614 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs . ..  ...lla//6-  333 

Rejoiee,  the  Lord  is  King . C.  W’^esUy  321 

Rejoice, ye  righteous  !  in  the  Lord . . . 11  tilts  68 

Rej  nice, ye  shining  worlds  on  high  I . Watts  ^51 

Rejient  I  the  voice  celestial  cries. . Doddiidge  o81 

Rest  from  thy  labour,  rest . Montgomery  527 

Return,  my  roving  heart  I  return . Doddridge  452 

Return,  my  soul !  unto  thy  rest . Montgomery  188 

Return  O  God  of  love  !  return . VJ  «//s  \46 

Return.  O  wanderer!  now  return . Coilyer  400 

Return  to  the  guide  of  thy  youth. . . .  .Reed  445 

Rise,  glorious  sun  !  supremely  bright . IJeddome  3tM 

Rise,  graciv.iis  God  !  and  shine.. . Pratt's  Col.  .529 

Riseimy  soul  !  and  stretch  thy  wings . Cennuk  420 

Rise  O  my  soul !  pursue  the  path . 'Seedham 

Rock  of  ages!  clett  for  me . 

Roll  on,  thou  miglity  ocean  ! . Pratt  s  Col.  o32 


Safely  through  another  week. . 

Saints  with  pious  zeal  attending . 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh . 

Salvation  !  Oh!  the  joyful  sotind. - - 

Saviour  !  breathe anevening,  blessing. .  . 

Saviour  !  visit  thy  plantation. .  . . 

Say.  .sinner  !  hath  a  voice  within. .  .... . 
Search  my  heart— my  actions  prove..  . 

See.  iVom  Zion’s  sa<  red  mountain . 

See  Israel’s  gentle  Shepherd  stand . 

See  ih’  eternal  Judge  descending . 

See  the  ransomed  millions  stand . 

See,  what  a  living  stone . 

Servants  of  God  !  in  joyful  lays . 

Servant  of  God  !  well  done . 

Shall  man.  O  God  of  light  and  life . 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  llesh  and  blood..  , 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin.  .  .  . 

Shepherds  !  hail  the  wondrous  stranger 

Show  pity,  Lord  !  O  l.ord  !  forgive . 

Snine,  on  our  laud,  Jehovah  shine . 


. N etc  ton  .509 

. Taylor  273 

. Wbiits  138 

. W^atts  417 

. Edineston  1-50 

. Neicton  491 

. Dyde  389 

. Wrangham  bl 

. Kelly  493 

. Doddridge  493 

Cleland's  Hymns  600 

. Conder  554 

. W'atts  194 

. Montgomery  185 

, . . .  .Mont p, ornery  527 

. . Dicight  140 

. W'aits  279 

. atts  4’b7 

, .  .  Chn.  Psalmist  294 

. Waffs  97 

. . Wyatts  116 


INDEX. 


641 


iSlioiJt,  foi  the  ^reat  Redeemer  reigns . 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time . 

Sing, all  ye  lands  !  with  rapture  sing . 

Sing,  all  ye  nations!  to  the  Lord . 

Sing,  al  ye  ransomed  of  tlie  l.ord  ! . 

Sing -hallelujah  '  praise  the  Lord . 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud . . 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  name . 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high . 

Sing  to  the  l.ord,  ye  distant  lands  ! . 

Sing  to  the  J.ord,ye  heavenly  iiosts  ! . 

Sinner  I  art  thou  still  secure . 

Sinner  !  Oh  !  why  so  thoughtless  grown,. . 

Sinner!  stop,  Oh!  stop  and  think . 

Sinners!  the  voice  of’ God  regard . 

Sinneis!  turn,whv  will  ye  die! . . 

Sinners!  will  you  scorn  the  message . 

So  taues  the  lovely  blooming  tlower . 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express . 

S  ifily  now,  the  light  of  day . . 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong . 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang . 

Sons  of  men  !  behold  from  far . 

Soon  as  1  heard  my  Father  say . 

Soon  as  the  morning  rays  appear . 

Sovereign  of  worlds !  display  thy  power . 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all ! . 

Spirit  of  holiness  !  look  down . 

Spirit  of  peace!  celestial  Dove  ! . 

Spirit  of  ])ovver  and  might!  behold . 

Stand  np  and  bless  the  Lord . 

Stand  np,  my  soul !  shake  oti  thy  fears . . 

Stay,  tlion  insulted  Spirit!  stay . 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts!  that  used  to  rise 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies . 

Sure  ilie  blest  Comforter  is  nigh . 

Sure  there’s  a  righteous  God . 

Sweet  is^lie  last,  the  parting  ray . 

Sweet  is  the  memory  ol  thy  grace . 

Sweet  is  the  lime  ol  spring . 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God!  my  King, . 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord  ! . . 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest. . 

Sweet  tlie  moments,  rich  in  blessing . 

Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  I  fell . 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  tlie  song . 


Page. 

. Beddome  553 

. Bervty  449 

. Hatjif-M  104 

. Watts  1 15 

. D)(ldri(Jge  418 

. tSueetiier  '379 

. Hatts  131 

. Wafts  156 

. Diiught  165 

. W(t.  ts  158 

. Watts  594 

. Ncuytun  382 

. yVatts  350 

. Neicton  379 

. .Bav'velt  398 

. J  Wesley  398 

. Allen  401 

. iSlrs.  Bleele  580 

. Walts  472 

. Epis  CjI  559 

. Walts  181 

. Montgomery  286 

. ^...Wesley  294 

. Walls  58 

. Wrangham  22 

•  . Fra  t  s  Cul.  539 

. Rajfies  407 

. Bathurst  420 

.  Spirit  of  the  Fsalms  224 

. Montgomery  546 

. Muntgomery  278 

. Watts  433 

•  . C.  Wesley  369 

. Watts  590 

•  •••»•••  ••j\Irs.  Si ee.e  342 

. Mrs  Steele  369 

. Waffs  126 

. FratVs  Set  563 

. Watts  243 

. . . Gems  571 

. Watts  151 

Spiri  t  o  f  the  Fsanis  151 

. Heginbotham  443 

. Ba>ty  416 

. Neu'tou  464 

.  Hartford  Col.  267 


Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days . 

Tell  ns  wand’rer.  wdldly  roving . 

Thank  and  praise  .leliovah's  name . 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come . 

That  day  of  wrath  -that  dreadful  da^/..., 
That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe  .  .  . 
That  once-loved  form  now  cold  and  dead 

Th’  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high . 

I'll’  atoning  work  is  done . 

The  eartii  forever  is  the  Lord’s . 

The  festal  morn,  my  God  !  is  come . 

4  be  giddy  world,  with  Ihitfering  tongue 

7  be  God  o(  love  will  siin?  indulge . 

riie  God  of  nature  and  of  grace . 

The  haughty  smner  i  have  seon . 

54 


. Watts  77 

. Gems  394 

.  iMmlgomery  1 78 

. Watts  596 

Walter  Srutt  601 

■ . Watts  1  S3 

.Mrs.  S  eete  379 

. Watts  160 

. Kelly  361 

. Wills  52 

. Ale !  rich.  210 

. iJiright  61 

. Sen't  591 

Montgomery  267 
. Wads  76 


64*2 


INDEX. 


Page. 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns . XJrwick's  Col.  3^ 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ! . .^atjs  89 

The  hours  of  evening  close . Mrs  Conder  564 

The  King  of  saints,-  how  fair  his  face . W  aits  87 

The  law  by  Moses  came . Watts  oU 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now . 

The  Lord  ZLScends  on  high . . . Watts  17 

The  Lord  descended  from  above . Slernhold  ^ 

The  Lord  descending  from  above . 

Tne  Lord,— how  wondrous  are  his  ways . w-, 

'J'lie  Lord  is  come,  ihe  heavens  proclaim . Vt  rr/s'  IbU 

Tlie  L«)rd  is  gracious  to  forgive . Mcntgomery 

'J  lie  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know . Moniguritery  ^ 

The  J^ord  is  risen  indeed  . . 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns . 

Tlie  Lord  Jehovah  reigns . . . IbZ 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns . . 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare . .  •  •  .Addtsun  47 

The  l.ord  my  shepherd  is . Watts  48 

The  Lord  of’  glory  is  my  light. . . o’  ■T^  rir 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise . 'b.  W  tsLty  olb 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims . . 

The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might . H  K  J’ 

The  Lord  shall  come!  the  earth  sliall  quake . Htotr  098 

The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns . Ai-Ts  lo3 

Tlie  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne . i-o 

The  Lord,  the  Sovereign  King . •  ••  W  atts  1/J 

The  Lord  unto  thy  prayer  attend . Wrangnam  44 

The  man  is  ever  blest . .  14 

The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King. . . . .  ••  •  • 

The  mind  was  lormed  to  mount  sublime . Mis.  ibietie 

The  morning  dawns  up  >n  the  place.. . . Montgim^ery 

The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee . .  1^9 

The  praises  of  my  tongue . 11 

The  promise  of  my  Father’s  love . .  •  •  •  Wat,s 

The  promises  I  . « 

The  Saviour  calls  let  every  ear . ^tetle  J91 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls . oV? 

The  Saviour  I  Oh  I  what  •  ndless  charms . Mrs.  o/eeie  oil 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high . \IaTzel.i  or  Addison  4U 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word . ^ 

The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said . Montsomeiy  18 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries.  Escape  to  the  mountain. .  ihornoy  6^Z 

Thee  we  adore,  eteriral  name . •  •  ■  H,""® 

rl.ee  will  I  bress.  O  l.ord,  my  God  ! . Uranfflmm  /I 

There  is  a  fomuain  filled  with  blood . ^1 

There  is  a  God.  all  nature  speaks . .  -  •  •  .Mrs. ^^teete  ^b 

"J'here  is  a  glorious  world  of  light . Miss  Jane  ^ 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands . J  otts  ^ 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight . Woit^  W/ 

There  is  an  hour  of  hal  owed  peace . Jjnion  Lot.  bfb 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest . . ^  r\7 

These  glorious  minds, -how  bright  they  shine . . . . \vati<i  m/ 

They  who  toil  upon  the  deep . Montgomery  1/9 

'J  hine  earthly  Salibaths,  Lord  !  we  love . Doddtidge 

Tiiink.  mighty  God  !  on  feeble  man . 

This  day  the  l.ord  hath  called  his  own . Ba  huist  .^b 

his  is  the  day  the  l.ord  haih  made . crn 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love . *,■/’*.* 

This  place  is  holy  ground . Alojdgomciy 


INDEX. 


643 


Page 

This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord’s . Watts  51 

This  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore . Nelson  612 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee. .  .Hf  ber  583 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God . M  atts  196 

Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone . Duane  337 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest! . . . H  205 

Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight . Mrs.  S'eete  316 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart! . Mrs.  S'eete  325 

Thou  very  present  Aid! . C.  Hese^  309 

Thou  who  art  enthroned  above . San./ys  152 

Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong . Church  Psalniudy  555 

'J'hou  !  whom  my  soul  admires  above . Watts  355 

Thou,  whose  almighty  Word . PratVs  Col  375 

Thrice  happy  he,  who  shuns  the  way . Montgomery  13 

Thrice  happy  man  !  who  fears  the  Lord . Wans  183 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life . Tate  and  Brady  72 

Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same . Church  Psalmody  169 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God  ! . Wat  s  145 

Through  sorrow’s  night,  and  danger’s  path . H.  K.  White  592 

Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us . Kelty  560 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on . Wa  ts  563 

Thus  God,  th’  eternal  Father,  spake . Wat.s  180 

Thy  glory,  Lord  !  the  heavens  declare . Montgomery  41 

Thy  gracious  presence,  O  rny  God  ! . Mrs.  Bteele  473 

Thy  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light ! . . Montgomery  41 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord  ! . S.  Slennett  496 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lortl  ! . Watts  199 

Thy  mercy,  my  God  !  is  the  theme  of  my  song. . .  Whitejield's  Cut  267 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord  ! . Watts  190 

Thy  people.  Lord  !  who  trust  thy  word . Yoke  548 

Thy  way,  O  God  !  is  in  the  sea . Fawcett  285 

Tirne  is  winging  us  away . Burton  570 

’T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come . Watts  \57 

’3’  is  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand . Wa  ts  113 

’T  is  finished  !  so  the  Saviour  cried . S.  Btenn.e,l  340 

’T  is  God,  the  Spirit,  leads . Montgomery's  Col.  365 

’T  is  midnight  -and  on  Olive’s  brow . Tupjtan  338 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race . Tate  and  Brady  117 

To-day— if  ye  will  hear  his  voice . Kent's  Col.  395 

To  God  address  the  joyful  psalm . Spirit  of  the  Psalms  162 

To  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice . Watts  128 

To  God  I  lift  mine  eyes . Watts  207 

To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known . WuJts  239 

To  God,  in  whom  I  trust . Watts  56 

To  God,  the  great,  the  ever-blessed . !  *  Watts  176 

To  God,  the  only  vise . Watts  305 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes . Watts  206 

To  .lesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope . C myer  619 

To-morrow,  Lord!  is  thine . '.’Doddridge  367 

To  our  almighty  Maker,  God . Wafts  161 

To  our  God,  loud  praises  give . Condn-  ‘2,30 

To  our  Redeemer’s  glorious  name . Mrs.  Steele  335 

I’o  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord .  Needham  570 

i'o  spend  one  sacred  day. . ] . . . .  Watts  135 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light . Watts  196 

To  thee,  great  Source  of  light  l! . 'Lyrics  270 

To  thee,  most  holy  and  most  high . Watts  \27 

To  thee,  rny  God  and  Sav  iour  ! . 'Alexander's  Col  326 

To  thee,  my  God!  my  heart  shall  bring . Mrs  Seele  ‘268 

1  o  thee,  O  Lord  !  I  raise  my  cries . Bar  ore  60 

To  the  source  of  every  blessing . ’Badmrst  377 

lo  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large . Merrick  50 


644 


INDEX. 


To  your  Creator,  God . Mrs.  Steele  ‘<^65 

T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord . M  ulls  257 

T  was  from  thy  hand,  my  God  !  I  came . Watts 

’T  was  in  the  watches  of  the  night . Matts  109 

’T  was  on  that  dark,  that  dolelul  night . Matts  502 

United  prayers  ascend  to  thee . Collyer  497 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill . VI  atts  212 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! . Malts  575 

Up  from  my  youth -may  Israel  say . Waits  217 

Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high . Myalls  278 


Vain  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men . W’aits  459 

Vainly  through  night’s  weary  hours . Spirit  oj  the  Psalnis  217 


Wait,  O  my  soul !  thy  Maker's  will . Beddome  474 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee . Pratt  s  CjL  553 

Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night . Bovcriug  528 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God . C.  Wesley  406 

Welcome,  \\  elcome,  dear  Redeemer  ! . Evan. Mag  414 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee . Methodist  V<h.  555 

We  love  thee.  Lord  !  and  we  adore . Myalls  33 

We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies . Neirtun  468 

We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died . Kelly  343 

Welcome!  delightful  morn! . . . Huyicard.  510 

Welcome,  O  Saviour!  to  my  heart . Bourne's  Cot.  419 

Welcome,  sacred  day  of  rest ! . *. . .  . .  513 

Welcome — sweet  day  of  rest  I . Tl  atts  609 

What  are  these  in  bright  c.  ray . Montgomery  618 

Wliat  are  those  soul-reviving  strains . Pratt’s  C >1.  301 

What  blissful  harmonies  above . Mrs.  Covder  621 

What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring . M^atis  316 

What  is  life  ?  ’T  is  but  a  vapor . Kelly  614 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God . Watts  189 

What  sinners  value.  I  resign . M  atts  35 

What  though  a  thousand  at  thy  side . M^utts  148 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  ! . Addison  272 

When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day . Mrs.  Barbau'd  517 

When  bending  o’er  the  brink  of  life . Cottyer  577 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away . Mrs.  S'eele  591 

When  fainting  in  the  sultry  waste . Mrs.  S  eele  275 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view . Lord  Gl'-nelg  357 

When  gloomy  doubts  and  fears . Mrs.  Steele  440 

Wh^^n  God  Irom  sin's  captivity . Montgomery  214 

When  God  in  wrath  shall  come . Dwight  105 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong . Watts  34 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name . Vlcf/G’  215 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear . Watts  428 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God . Cunder  477 

When  Israel  freed  from  Pharaoh  s  hand . lla/?-9  186 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross . M^a’ts  345 

When  I  the  holy  grave  survey . M'uUin  351 

When  Jesus  left  the  throne  of  God . Montgomery  495 

When  man  grows  bold  in  sin . Moults  74 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain . H.  K.  MHiite  290 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past . Noel  472 

When  my  cries  ascend  to  thee . VU.  Goode  59 

When  O  dear  Jesus  !  when  shall  I . Cennak  5j^9 

W'hen  on  Sinai’s  top  I  see . Montgornery  475 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief . Maft<  107 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death . Addison  596 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing . Pratt’s  Col.  546 


INDEX. 


645 


Page. 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise . Mrs.  Steele  323 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies . Lord  Gterudg  566 

Wlien  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just . W it !s  ‘28 

When  the  vale  uf  death  appears . Gems  579 

Wlien  thou,  my  righteous  Judge  !  shalt  come.  ..  Omngt.ords  SiL  600 

When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  est . Tate  and  Brady  231 

V\  hence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise . Watts  142 

W^here  Oabylon’s  broad  rivers  roll . Motit goni'-ry  232 

Where  is  my  Saviour  now . Church  Psa'mody  442 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found . Wits  55 

Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  aird  find . Watts  222 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord . Slenne  t  485 

While  all  the  angel-throng . Mont  go  me  >  y  378 

Whde  beauty  clothe>  the  fertile  vale . Mrs  Steele  570 

While  I  keep  silence  and  conceal . Watts  67 

While  I  to  grief  my  sou!  gave  way . New  on  439 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light . Dwight  140 

While  my  Redeemer ’s  near . Mrs.  S>eele  49 

While  shepherds  watched  their  Hocks  by  night . ! . Tate  295 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! - Miss.  H.  M.  WilUunis  478 

Waile  through  this  changing  world  we  roam . Montgomery  444 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun . hSewtun  147 

Who  are  these  that  come  from  far . Kelly  549 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise . .  ' .  '.  '.  'Wa  Is  422 

of  hosts  their  tower . MorUgomery  ‘213 

Who,  O  Lord  !  when  life  is  o’er . Spirit  of  the  Psalms  33 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place . Watts  33 

Who  shall  the  Lord’s  elect  condemn . Watts  463 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay . Watts  15 

Why  does  the  Lord  stand  off  so  far . .  vihi  ts  29 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends . JVat's  582 

W  hy  IS  iny  heart  so  far  from  thee . Wafts  455 

peoplehspurn  ? . Ilatfie’n  106 

VVhy  shou  d  our  tears  in  sorrow  How . Cong  H  Book  576 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King . Walts  369 

Why  should  the  mighty  make  their  boast . .*  ’Bartow  lOO 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die . Watts  581 

why  sinks  my  soul  desponding . ’Hastings  338 

Why,  when  storms  around  you  gather .  Searie  476 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  tritling  cares . Doddridze  381 

w'l  I ‘y  sates !  u n fold . Spirit  of  the  Psa'ms  54 

Will  uod  for  ever  cast  us  oH . Watts  127 

With  all  rny  powers  of  heart  and  tongue . W  tts  233 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind . Wa’ts  82 

V  ith  fateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues . Praids  Cot.  288 

With  humble  heart  and  tongue .  t'aiccett  ‘204 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day . Spiri'l  'of 'the  Psola's  209 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace .  Watts  ‘^99 

With  my  MHiole  heart  I  ’ll  raise  my  song . [  Watts  ^27 

With  rny  whole  heart  I ’ve  sought  thy  face .  orii 

w,t ,  r„  .-er.nce  let  the  saints  appear'. . ;;;;;;;;  wlm 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud .  Wat  s  246 

"^^'^"uish  I  lament . S.‘ Stenv^'tt  410 

Within  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our  God  ! . Cong.  Ec.  Mag  523 

Worthy  the  La^mb  of  boundless  sway . Shirt?,/  355 

W  ou  d  you  behold  the  works  of  God  1 .  tiraii  177 

W.mld  you  win  a  soul  to  God  ? . .*  ’.'.'HumaJnd  m 

Ve  angels  !  who  stand  round  the  throne .  r/e  Plpura  391 

Ve  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu . .Mis.  Steefe  307 

Ve  golden  lamps  of  heaven  !  farewell. . Doddridge  boO 


646 


INDEX. 


Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm  ! . 

Ye  holy  souls  !  in  God  rejoice . 

Ye  humble  souls!  approach  your  God . 

Y"e  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord  I . 

Ye  isles  and  shores  of  every  sea  I . 

Y^e  men  and  angels  I  vvntness  now . 

Y^e  messengers  of  Christ ! . . . 

Y^e  mourning  saints!  whose  streaming  tears 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  !  rejoice . 

Y’e  saints!  your  music  bring . 

Y^e  servant^  of  God  !. . . . . . 

Y^e  servants  of  th’  alniighty  King  ! . 

Y’e  servants  of  the  living  God  1 . 

Y"e  servants  of  the  Lord  ! . 

Y’^e  sons  of  men  !  a  feeble  race . 

Y’e  sons  of  men  I  with  joy  record . 

Ye  sons  of  pride  !  that  hate  the  just . 

Y  e  who  delight  to  serve  the  Lord  ! . 

Ye  t  embling  captives!  hear . 

Ye  trembling  souls  !  dismiss  your  fears . 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  !  join. . 

Y’'e,  who  despise  the  Saviour’s  grace  ! . 

Y'e,  who  in  his  courts  are  found  ! . 

Ye.  who  obey  th’  immortal  King ! . 

Ye"  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor  ! . 

Yes— I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God  I . 

Yes,  my  native  land  !  I  love  thee . 

Yes,  the  Redeemer ’s  gone . 

Y’’es,  the  Redeemer  rose  . . 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints  ! . 

e- 

Zion !  awake,  thy  strength  renew . 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded . 


Page 

. . Doddridge  402 

. . Watts  69 

. Mrs.  Steele  266 

. Doddridge  411 

. Waits  161 

. Pratt’s  Col.  501 

. Yoke  531 

. Doddridge  585 

. Watts  163 

. Reed  351 

Whitejieldis  Col.  154 

. . . Watts  184 

. Bathurst  215 

. Doddridge  468 

. Watts  149 

. Doddridge  242 

. Watts  95 

. Watts  186 

. Pratt’s  Col.  538 

. Beddome  462 

. Watts  248 

H.  K.  W.  Beman  384 
....R.  Hill’s  Col  396 

. Watts  226 

. Mrs.  Steele  396 

. Heginbotham  287 

. S.  F.  Smith  536 

. T1  atts  360 

. Doddridge  349 

. Toplady  446 

. . Pratt’s  Col.  542 

. Kelly  214 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS, 


Abba  Father,  99,  211,  453,  461. 
Abrahani.  ]74,  457,  494,  497. 
Ab>eiice  of  God,  131,  141 
Accepted  time,  402.  ‘  See —To-day. 
Acce&s  to  God.  Ill,  13S,  354. 
Adn,i>sions,  498,  499,  501. 
Adoption,  108,  215,  420,  460.  461. 
Adoration,  151,  1S6,  164,  186,  227, 
265  See-Praise. 

Advetsitj^  See—A^ilctions. 
Advocate,  305,  409 
Afflictions,  23.83.  84,  128,  169,  170, 
1^,  195,  202,  239,  445,  448,  449, 
472 


Alarm,  379-387. 

All- Sufficiency  of  God,  107. 
Almost  Christian,  387. 

Alm.s,  183.  See — Charity^  and  Lib- 
ertihly. 

Ambition,  221. 

Angels.  69,  70,  72. 149. 173, 205, 291, 
292,295,297,359,453. 

Apostacy  See  — Backslide'''. 
Apostle’s  Commission,  525. 
Ascension  See  -  Christ. 
Ashamed,  333,  475,  504. 

Assurance.  369,  428,  475. 

Atheism.  32. 

Atonement  See— Christ. 


Backslider,  55,  97, 98,  99, 188,406. 

412,445.452,455,46.5.  ' 

Banner,  Gospel,  529.  .533. 

Baptism,  494.  496,  497. 

Beatitudes.  435. 

Being  of  God,  40,  41,  42,  261. 
Believers,  463.  See-  Saints 
Benevolence,  183.  See -Charity. 
Benevolent  Societies, 438, 439, 440. 
Bereavement,  445.  See— Death. 
Bethel.  480 

Bethlehem’s  Star,  294  296,  298. 
Bible,  198,  203.  See — Scriptures. 
BIe.ssediiess,  217,  430. 

Blood.  See — Christ. 

Bondage,  42.3. 

Bones,  Dry,  490. 

Book  -fLife,  281,449. 

Bread,  503. 


Breathing  after  Holiness,  43,  145, 
200, 269. 366, 420, 431,441, 444. 451'. 
473,  507. 

Broad  Way,  387,  See — End  of  the 
Wicked 

B  otherly  l.ove,  223,  224,  225,  435. 
Burd  n,  76,  99,  103.  See— Guilt. 

Calvary,  361.  345,  394,  448,  475. 
Canaan,  177.  423 
Captives,  214,  231,  2.32,  2.33. 

Carnal  .Jo5'^s,  416.  See  —Pleasures. 
Charity,  81,  83,  438.  439.  440. 
Chastisement,  76,  176, 194, 195, 202. 
See — Afflictions. 

Children!  24. 27, 58, 70. 121, 130. 301, 
403,  404,  493,  495,  498;  Death  of, 
585.  ’ 

Choice,  196,  395, 

Christ,  289  -  362 

Advent.  81,  158.  162,  298, 
307,536. 

Advocate,  305.  409. 

Agony,  538,  539.  342,  345 
Ascension,  17,  51.  9  ,  92,  93, 
118,347,348,349 
Atonement,  119,  304, 
308,362,406.  See- Death 
of  Christ 

Birth,  292,  293,  295. 

Beauty,  87,  88,  Sec— Ex¬ 
cellency 

Blood,  80, 215,  542,  544,  35a 
Bread,  503  ( 

Captain,  4.53.  531. 
Compassion,  299,  305,  309, 
557,  504. 

Condescension,  25, 498, 504, 
517.  ’ 

Conqueror,  53,  88,  93. 
Corner-stone,  191,  193,  194. 
Coronation,  73,  87,  91,  312, 
552,  356 

Cross,  ,5i0, 539, 340, 34 1, 342, 
343,  34.5,  3.51 

Death,  55,  180  536,  .539, 340, 
341  See — Atonement 

Desire  of  all  nations,  313, 
617.  ’ 


G48 


INDEX  OF  StJBJECTS. 


Christ,  Di'-anity  86,  87,  92,  93,  313, 
318  321,  324,  517. 

Exaltation  15,  16,  25,  39 
45,  52,53,  73, 180, 181,312, 
359 

Example,  ISO. 314, 328, 333, 
471,  496. 

Excellency,  87,  88,  119,  303 
318.  332,  334. 

Faithfulness,  167,  441,462, 
475. 

Fountain,  303, 358.  394, 397. 
493. 

Fullness,  303. 

Glory,  52,  54,  86,  88,  282, 
318,3-28. 

Grace.  86,  327. 

Iliclin^-place  410. 

H  umanity  25. 

Humiliation,  25,  296,  297. 
See — Incarnation,  and 
Death 

Incarnation,  25, 80. 160.  290, 
297  302.326,378,543. 

Intercession,  300,  346,  347 
357,  360,  463 

Judge,  160,  250.317.594.59.5. 

King,  5-2,  53.  54,  86  87,  83, 
91  92,  123,  142,  181  317, 
318.  321,  505. 

Kingdom,  15,  91,  1-23.  154, 
36i  540.5-11.547.553. 

La  •  b  312,  315,  316,  363, 
.355  448. 

Light’.  306  316,320,481 

Life,  316,  3-23. 

Love,  86,  180,  .305  .307,  350. 
Sfe — Atonement. 

Loving-kindnrss.  330. 

Majesty,  86  87,  88. 

Mediation.  100,  .33.3. 

Mission,  298,  337,  .311. 

Nativity,  289,  291,  29-2,  29.3, 
295  See  - IncarnuUon . 

Obedience,  138.  299. 

Offices.  142.  329. 

Pearl  of  great  price  307. 

.  Phy^ician,  313,  337,  424. 

Power.  311. 

Preeiou.s.  301,  302,  3-22,  .332. 
334.  354,  447. 

Presence,  3-27.  332 

Priesthood.  ISl,  299,  317, 
.3.57,  .361  362 

Prophet,  334. 

Ransom.  81 .  .304. 

Refuge.  324.  325. 

Reign,  9  \  12:3  124, 158, 1.59, 
160.  161.  162.  181, -222,  223, 
349,  .3.53.  359. 

Resurrection.  35,  73.  336. 
340, 346, 347, 348,  349, 351, 
515. 


Christ,  Righteousness,  133,  308* 
314. 


Rock,  193,  194,  .336 
tsacnhce,  SO,  330. 

Saviour  191,  258,  260,  3-26. 
Second  coming,  158,  162, 
317,  318.  594,595. 

Shepherd,  49,  boo 
Sullerings,  45,  46.  119,  304, 
338, 3.39, 406.  See— Death. 
Sun,  304,  SfiO 

Sympathy,  299, 357.  See- 
Compassion. 

Teacher,  304 

Victorious,  .39,  46,  73,  & 
93,  111,  118,  1-23,  124, 

346,  546.  550. 

Wisdom,  308. 

Church,  57,  58,  87,  89,  93,  94,  119, 
131,  1.38,  1.39,  151,  154,  162,  167 
193,  194,  520  ’ 

City  of  God,  91,  94.  139,  468,  551. 
Comforter,  368,  369.  See— Holy 
Sjnrit. 

Comforts,  155,  198. 

Commission  of  Christ,  298,  309. 
323. 


Communion,  196, 274, 459, 476, 503, 
505 

Confession,  67,  76,  97,  98,  146,  201, 
218,220,369,407,41.3,429. 
Confidence,  60.  65,  66,  85,  89,  106, 
k06,  2k0,  268,  44-2,  449 
Conscience,  389.  443 
Consecration,  189,  196,  420,  424. 
499.  ’ 


Contentment,  2-0,  221. 

Contrition,  97,  98,  100,  343,  369, 
404,411,441  ’ 

Conversion,  61,  80,  215,  413 — 424. 
476,  49-2. 

Conviction,  388- -391. 

Covenatit,  55,  I  \2,  174,  181,  182. 

463,494,498,5^0,502 
Creation,  25,  39  10,  41,  42,  68,  261. 
Cross,  343,  405,  411,  414,  415,  416, 
501.  ’ 


Crucifixion,  345, 457. 


Darkness,  418.  151,  469,  473. 

Day  of  Grace,  l-^* ).  141,  384 
Death.  34, 95, 121  144.147,575-693. 
Death -bed,  -308.  ^78.  588. 
Declension.  464.  189,  491. 

Decrees.  181,  27f  281. 

Dedication,  57,  i  12,  523. 

Delay.  381  See  -7'o-day. 
Deliverance,  137  19-2,  21-2. 
Dependence,  203  216,  217. 
Depravity,  32,  74  97,  307,  308,  395. 
Desertion.  82.  83  86,  Rt6,  120. 

V27,  131.  239,  4^  t 
Desire,  451. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


649 


Despair,  140. 

Despondency,  82,  128,  441,  442. 
Devotedness,  102. 

Devotion,  102,  226,  478. 
Dismissions,  622 — 626. 

Distress,  29,  80,  85,  107,  141,  441. 
Door,  399,  401. 

Doubts,  440,  443. 

Doxology,  190,  191,  622 — 626. 

Early  Piety,  70. 

Education,  70,  122. 

Efforts,  529. 

Election,  449,  463. 

End  of  the  wicked,  13,  14,  74,  75, 
95, 102, 125, 126,  127, 141, 156, 600. 
End  of  the  world,  601.  See — 
Christy  Second  Comincr. 
Enemies,  100,  101,  103,  110,  205, 
217,  233,  240. 

Enmity,  101. 

Espousals,  505. 

Eternity,  333,  446,  586,  590. 
Evening,  20,  72,  150,  208,  558 — 564. 
Evidences  of  grace,  33, 75, 426, 434, 
435,466.  See— Conversion. 

Evil  company,  61. 

Example,  427. 

Exhortation,  71,  72,  149,  155,  156, 
247,  330,  397,  398. 

Experience,  203,  416,  427. 
Expostulation,  334,  389,  397,  398, 
400. 

Faith,  221,  270,  309,  335,  427,  431, 
457,  458,  472. 

Faithfulness.  See — God^  and 

Christ. 

Family-worship,  133,  150. 

Famine,  63,  53b. 

Farewell,  436,  586. 

Fears,  31,  201,  440,  443,  462. 

T^Ccist  506 

Fellowship,  310,  376,  315,  436,  468, 
409. 

Forgiveness,  67,  171,  172,  215,  480. 
Fountain,  303,  394,  397,  493. 
Frailty,  77,  79,  145,  147,  172,  241, 
383,  386,  574. 

Freedom,  287,  288. 

Friendshio,  224,  225. 

Fruits,  460. 

Funeral,  77,  145,  147,  575,  582,  583, 
589. 

Gethsemake,  338,  339. 

Glory,  .54. 

GOD,  261—288. 

All  in  all,  268,  277. 
Almighty,  62,  153,  173,  178, 
279  2H3 

■  Reing,  40,11,42,201 
be'nelactor,  27  L 


GOD,  Care,  24,  69,  164,  165,  174, 
182,  241,  305. 

Communion,  377.  See — 

Christ. 

Compassion,  169,  170,  176, 

185,  189,  2^,  243,  262. 
Condescension,  26^  184,  185, 

186,  262,  272,  278. 

Creator,  69, 167, 205, 228, 262, 

265. 

Defence,  18,  75,  90,  134,  149, 
192,  205,  207,  212,  213. 
Deliverer,  36,  61,  64,  178. 
Dominion,  51,  52,  117,  144, 
157,  165,  173,  247. 

Eternal,  145,  153,  167,  205, 

c?63 

Faithful,  37,  103,  142,  151, 

171,  172, 175,  214,  229,  244, 
286,  449,  463. 

Father,  65,  108,  189,  276. 
Forbearance,  163,  240. 

Glory,  228,  279,  282. 
Goodness,  50, 73,  74, 113, 134, 
163,  164,  ife,  170,  178,  185, 
235,  240,  242,  243,  244,  245, 

266,  275. 

Grace,  26, 27, 73, 107, 134, 170, 

172,  228,  235,  262,  266. 
Greatness,  69,  143,  242,  243, 

245. 

Guide,  75,  94,  178,  464. 

Help,  31,  145,  155,  187,  206, 
568. 

Holy,  279,  283. 
Incomprehensible,  280,  284, 
285. 

Judge,  27,  28,  96,  161. 

Just,  27,  28,  37,  73,  74,  282. 
Kind,  229,  244. 

King,  28,  38,  62,  89,  104,  154, 
157,  159,  160,  184,  208,  262. 
Love,  81, 177, 247, 285.  See- 
Goodness. 

Loving-kindness,  330. 
Majesty,  27,  38,  118,  143,  153, 
154,  184,.186,264,276,  283. 
Merciful,  50.  73,  74,  104,  144, 
175,  176,  177,  139,  229,  230, 
237,  244,  282. 

Omnipresent,  234,  236,  237. 
Omniscient,  68, 2^,  235, 236, 
452. 

Portion,  19,  21,  34,  125,  196, 
413. 

Power,  63,  69,  107,  128,  170, 
275,  283. 

Presence,  237, 270,  377,  473. 
Providence,  28,  181,  216,  228, 
261,  264,  271,  272,  284. 

Ret uge,  18,  27,  30,  37,  58,  89, 
94,  lUl,  100,  107,  143, 
•2.-1  463 


55 


650 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


GOD,  Shepherd,  46,  47,  48,  49,  50, 
131,  155,  4a3. 

Sovereign,  61,  127,  132,  134, 
164, 168,  281,  285. 
Supreme,  132,  144,  153,  160, 
164,  187. 

Truth,  74,  104,  16.5,  463. 
Unchangeable,  167,  169. 
Wisdom,  275,  280. 

Works,  181, 228, 250, 269, 280. 
Wrath,  128. 

Good  works,  33.  472. 

Gospel,  39,  88,  94,  143, 161,  162, 203, 
319. 

Excellency,  143,  204,  260, 
299,  311. 

Feast,  396. 

F^eeness.  See — Grace. 
Invitations,  391 — 404. 
Message,  193.  290,  401. 
Power,  260,  311. 
llejection,  156. 

Spread  of,  116,  159, 223, 537 
—554. 

Success.  538,  548,  549,  552. 
Triumphant,  39,  114,  130, 
181  539  544. 

Trumpet,  392, 402, 538, 541. 
Grace,  26,  27,  322, 327, 395,  421, 426, 
429,  459,  475. 

Graces,  434-  See— Evidences. 
Gratitude,  170,  171,  172,  188,  189, 
192,  273,  377,  421,  507, 

Grave,  140,  375,  580,  588. 

Guilt,  90,  370,  390,  409,  455. 

Hardness  of  Heart,  454,  456. 
Harvest,  141,  572,  573. 

Health,  470. 

Heart,  98,  391,  452,  456. 

Heathen,  529,  535.  542,  548,  549. 
Heaven,  35,  36,51,72, 151,206,215, 
273,  328,  331,  417,  443,  468,  513, 
554,  537,  G02— 621. 
Heaveiilv-iniiidedriess,  353. 

Heirs  of*God,  33,  75,  460. 

Hell,  141. 

Heralds,  52^1,  530,  532. 

Holiness,  52,  54,  431,  472. 

Holv  Spirit,  350,  362—372,540,547. 
Hope,  31,  34,  58,  82, 83, 85, 220, 407, 
425,  428,  433,  443,  403,  476,  576. 
Hosanna,  24,  193,  194,  301,  552. 
Hou.seho!d,  224,  ^25,  497. 

Hon.-^e  of  God,  50.  57,  84,  133,  134, 
135,  130.208,  209,  222,  514,  521, 
See  Sanctuary. 

Humility,  221,  435. 

Husbandman,  112, 

Hypocrisy,  00. 

Idolatry,  34,  131 
Inimoraliiy,  30 


Incarnation.  See — Christ. 
Inconstancy,  176,  452. 

Indwelling  Sin,  240.  410. 

Infants,  493,  494,  496,  498;  death 
of,  580. 

Ingratitude,  454,  455. 

Inspiration,  257. 


Intercession.  See — Christ. 
Invitations,  391 — 404. 

Invocation,  362,  373,  375,  479,  485, 
517. 

Israel,  33,  130,  186,  535. 


Jerusalem,  New,  .5.50,  008. 

Jews.  33,  130,  186,  535. 

Joy,  425,  447,  488,  490. 

Jubilee,  488,  54^,  552,  55.3. 
Judgment,  95,  96,  141,160,250, 3S2. 
593,  504—001. 

Justification,  66,  67,  198,  420,4591 
460,  463. 

Kinodom,  122.  See — Christ  awd 
God. 

Knowledge,  451. 

Latter-day,  530,  551. 

Law,  41,  319,  389,  459. 

Liberality,  183,  4^,  439,  440. 

Life,  77,  70,  147,  337,  386. 

Light,  306,  367,  368,  418. 

Longing  for  God,  48,  82,83.  Seer— 
Thirsting. 

Day,  22,  135,  151.  191,  193> 
208,  209,  509—519. 
Prayer,  485. 

Supper,  502 — 508. 

Loss  of  the  soul,  500,  592,  590,604. 
See — Alarm  and  end  of  theictck- 
cd. 

Loce,  434. 

to  Brethren,  223, 224, 225,43.S 
Church,  231,  232,  233. 
Christ,  310,  316,  466,  407 
God,  4.34. 

Man,  434. 

Neighbour,  438,  439,  440. 
Lukewarmness,  444,  450,  454,  45% 


Magistrates,  105,  132,  166. 

Man,  25,  26,  235,  211. 

Mariners,  178,  179. 

Martyrs,  617. 

Mediation.  See — Christ. 
Meditation,  109,  197,  21)2. 
Meekness,  435,  472. 

Memorials,  50.3. 

Mercy,  267,  382,  408. 
lyiercy-seat,  IGO,  269,  271.  409,  416 
519. 

IMerits,  405.  459. 

.Mt>ssiah,  124,  222. 

Millennium,  537,  539,  544 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 


651 


Ministry,  524—527. 

Miracles,  185,  313. 

Missionary,  531,  532,  533,  53G,  543. 
Missionary  meeting,  530. 

Missiotis,  528 — 53G. 
ftlorning,  17,  18,  19,  21,  179,  238, 
554 — 558. 

]\Iorning  or  Ev'ening,  5G4 — .5GG. 
Mortali’y,  145,  1G7,  4G1. 

Mountains,  475. 

Mourner,  199,  435,  4G9,  575  576, 
591. 

Mysterj',  2S4,  320. 

Narrow  way,  387. 

Nation,  45,  106,  2-’^8. 

Nativity.  Sec — Christ. 

Nature,  39,  40,  41,  42,  280. 

New  birth,  370,  371,  372,  413. 

New  year,  147,  5GG,  567,  508,  569. 
Night,  109. 

Obedience,  155, 15G,  19C,  426,  459. 
Offers.  See — Gospel. 

Gkl  age,  120,  121,  449. 

One  tiling  needful,  381,  387. 
Oppressors,  30,  103. 

Ordinances,  493—508. 

Ordinations.  See — Ministry. 
Original  sin.  Sec— Depravity. 
Orphans,  29,  58,  59. 

Pardon,  54,  C7,  218. 

Parents.  See — Baptism^  Children^ 
and  Infants. 

Parting  of  friends,  436,  437. 

Pastor,  525,  526 ;  death  of,  526, 527. 
Pastures,  46,  47,  50. 

Patterns,  42,7. 

Peace,  37,  124,  435. 

Penitence,  97,  405,  407,  408. 
Persecution,  24, 100,  101,  103,  110, 
217. 

Perseverance,  76, 103, 1,34  136, 142, 
171,  206,  305,  430,  442,  449,  461, 
462,  463. 

Pestilence,  148, 149. 

Pilgi-im,  77,  108,  109,  109,  396,  417, 
418,  428,  433,  444,  446,  447,  451, 
453,  464,  482,  518,  585. 

Pi ty ,  438.  See — Charity  and  sym¬ 
pathy. 

Pleading,  32,  54,  56,  76,  84,  97,  98, 
99,  106,  128,  141,  146,  170,  200, 
201,  211,  2.39,  482,  486. 

Pleasures,  125,  394,  447,  45J.  -- 

Poor,  81.  Sec — Charity.  ^ 

PnrllDii,  428. 

rraisc,  43,  111,  112,  114,  1.54,  1.5.5, 

1,56,  1.57,  164,  166,  171, 

172,  182,  184,  190,  191, 

227,  229,  2,33,  244,  247, 

218,249,251. 252, 253, 270. 


Praise  to  Christ,  7,3, 91,  92,114, 121 
159,  300,  312,  313,  315 
316,  335,  355,  514. 

God,  63,  70,  71,  72, 104, 
115,  116,  138,  151,  152, 
185,  263,  278,  286,  287, 
305,  374. 

Trinity,  27,  374,  379,  622 
—626. 

Prayer,  29,  43,  60, 120, 141, 168, 187, 
364,  478—486. 

Preaching.  See — Ministry. 
Predestination,  449,  463. 

Pride,  127. 

Probation,  383. 

Prodigal,  422. 

Profession,  498,  500,  501. 

Promised  land,  76,  423,  602,  606, 
610,  611,  612,  613. 

Promises,  199,  279,  281,  286,  449, 
476. 

Prophecy,  257,  543. 

Prosperity,  491, 

Protection,  115,  149,  205,  207,  212, 
217,  233,  238,  430. 

Providence,  68,  115,  217,  261,  264, 
271,  272,  284. 

Punishment,  105,  125. 

Purity,  51,  52,  435. 

Purposes,  284,  536. 

Race,  423,  432. 

Rebukes,  23. 

Recollections,  464,  465. 
Reconciliation.  See — Conversion. 
Recovery,  63,  64,  171, 172,  188,469, 
470. 

Redeeming  love,  425. 

Redemption,  25,  430. 

Refuge,  30.  See — Ood. 
Regeneration,  370,  371,  372,  413. 
Rejoicing  in  God,  48,  110,  163,  265 
276,  430. 

Remembrance,  36,  83,  86,  108,  129 
187,  239,  507,  508. 

Repentance.  55,  97.  381,  405,  411 
See — Contrition. 

Reproach,  474. 

Request,  58. 

Resignation,  221,  445,  472,  477,  478. 
Resolutlf)ns,  2t)2,  393,  421. 

Rest,  188,  392,  417,  468,  512,  513. 
See — Heaven. 

Resurrection,  34,  35,  95,  140,  144 
490,  512,  .588,  592,  596. 

Retirement,  274,  459. 

Revelation,  39,  41,  42,  257 — 260. 
Revival,  137,  168,  214,  370,487— 
493  537. 

Rewards',  1 4 4,  ;1 49, .461. 

Riches,  107,  307 
Righteous,  13,  14,  33,  100,  578. 
Righteousness,  30,  431. 


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INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 


Rising  to  God,  428,  431,  432. 
Rivers,  47,  90,  91. 

Robe,  431. 

Rock,  37,  38,  66,  82,  107,  336. 


Support,  202,  579. 

Surrender,  414,  419. 

Sympathy,  81,  183,  435,  438,  439, 
440. 


Sabbath,  135,  151,  152,  209,  210, 
509 — 519.  See — Lord's  Day. 

Sacraments.  See — Ordinances. 

Safely,  89,  93,  107,  149,  178,  205, 
207,  212,  213. 

Saints,  76,  145,  195,  222,  449. 

Salvation,  33,  70, 115,  138,  417. 

Sanctification,  151,  367,  461. 

Sanctuary,  59,  134,  152,  166,  208, 
210,  509,  514,  519—523.  See— 
House  of  God. 

Satan,  32. 

Saturday,  563. 

Scriptures,  43,  197,  198,  199,  201, 
202,  204,  257—260. 

Sea,  178,  179 

Seamen,  178,  179. 

Seasons,  111,  113,  2iQ,  264.  567, 
573. 

Security,  148,  154,  206,  207,  212, 
279 

Seeking  God,  129, 157,175,201,465, 
483. 

Self 

Dedication,  415,  419,  424,  498, 


Tabor,  475. 

Teaching,  55,  385,  368, 

Temple,  57,  58,  109,  209. 
Temptation,  32,  37,  120. 

Tempter,  18,  456. 

Terrors,  141,  382. 

Thanksgiving,  166,  175,  176,  189, 
223,  242,  285,  237. 

Thief  on  the  cross,  303. 

Thirsting  for  God,  82,  83,  103,  109, 
110,  133,  275,  386,  435,  469. 
Throne  of  Grace,  218,  482,  486. 
Time,  575.  See — Year. 

To-dav,  140,  141,  155,  156,  157,  385, 
395,' 402. 

To-morrow,  387. 

Trials,  240,  478. 

Trinity,  373 — 379. 

Troubles,  31, 189,  239,  441. 

Trust,  44,  55,  65,  68,  72,  82,85, 104, 
107,  no,  120,  121,  167,  219,  446^ 
473. 

Truth,  337. 

Trumpet,  597. 


500. 

Denial,  471,  474. 

Examination,  56,  452. 
Loathing,  455,  482. 
Righteousness,  459. 

Sepulchre,  347,  411. 

Shame,  86. 

Shepherds,  294,  295. 

Sick-bed  devotion,  78. 

Sickness,  23,  63,  470- 
Sinai,  413,  468,  475. 

Sincerity,  484. 

Sinner,  76, 125,  379,  380,  3^,  400. 
Slander,  65. 

Sloth,  450. 

Soldier,  474. 

Sorrow,  406,  451,  472. 

Soul,  492. 

Sovereignty.  See — God. 

Spirit.  See — Holy  Spirit. 

Spi  Tjg,  57u,  571. 

Star,  294,  296, 

Storm,  61,  63. 

Submission,  88,  211,  419,  445,  453, 
470,  47 
591. 

Success, 

Summer,  57 
Bun,  304,  306, 

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Unbelief.  156, 176.  See — Faith, 
Unfruilfulness,  454. 

Union,  224,  225,  436,  437,  46a 
Uprightness,  33. 

Vanity,  77,  79,  107,  575. 

Victory,  474,  544,  616,  620. 
Vineyard,  131. 

Vision,  443. 

Vows,  103,  189,  501. 

Waiting  on  God,  58,  59  ,  211,  218, 
219,  220,  240,  442. 

Walk,  465. 

Wanderings,  412,  422,  452. 
W^arfare,  198,  433,  456,  468,  469, 
474. 

Warnings,  131.  See — Alarm. 
Watchfulness,  456,  467,  463,  469. 
Watchman,  524,  525,  523. 

Waters.  46,  48,  303,  397. 

Wav,  337,  360,  417,  530. 

Weary,  392,  393,  399, 

VVeeping,  409,  4S8. 

!,  414,  499. 

13,  14,-35,  100,  105 

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W'isdom,  483. 

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